Oscar seemed to realize something, his expression turning colder. He looked at Bet and added, "Are you getting involved in this too? Don''t forget, you''re the future son-inw of the Walker family!"


    Bet ignored him, instead lighting a cigarette. After a deep drag, he looked at Yvonne. "When does the funeral end?"


    Yvonne replied, "It''s over after the cremation. It''s scheduled for ten o''clock."


    Bet nced at his watch. "Right."


    Beingpletely ignored, Oscar''s anger red, but there was nothing he could do to Mr. Thompson.


    His gaze fell back on Yvonne. Dressed in a ck gown, her skin looked almost translucent. Not yet twenty, the young woman''s face was full of youthful vitality, and her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes were both innocent and alluring.


    She certainly had what it took to captivate a man.


    Oscar snorted. "It''s just a woman. It''s fine to y around, but surely Mr. Bet Thompson hasn''t gotten serious..."


    "Oscar, you''ve crossed a line," Bet cut him off, his voice cold. His dark gaze was piercing, colder than the atmosphere of the crematorium itself.


    Just then, a staff member from the crematorium came in to inform them that the scheduled time for the cremation had arrived.


    Several men in work uniforms entered and began to move the coffin.


    Oscar, ultimately feeling a bit unnerved, left early with his assistant.


    As they stepped out of the funeral home, they were ambushed by several reporters. Cameras and microphones were thrust at Oscar and his assistant.


    "Mr. Rogers, there are rumors online that a hospital under the Rogers Group killed a patient to harvest their organs. Is this true?"


    "Mr. Rogers, Mrs. Ward, who was cremated today,mitted suicide at a Rogers family hospital. Is there an inside story?"


    "Mr. Rogers, did Mrs. Ward truly die with a grievance?"


    "Mr. Rogers, are you attending Mrs. Ward''s funeral out of guilt, seeking to repent?"


    "Mr. Rogers..."


    The reporters cornered Oscar, forcing him to retreat step by step, his face a mask of fury.


    His assistant quickly stepped forward to block them.


    "Mr. Rogers declines to answer any questions. The Rogers Group wil statement. Until


    issue an offou to be careful


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    with your words, or you can expect a letter from ourwyers."


    After the assistant''s statement, the Rogers family bodyguards arrived and forcefully pushed the reporters back.


    Escorted by his bodyguards and assistant, Oscar strode out of the crematorium, about to get into his car and leave.


    Suddenly, Howard rushed forward.


    He was holding the urn containing his wife''s newly cremated ashes. He fell to his knees with a thud in front of Oscar, blocking his path.


    “Mr. Rogers, my wife and child are already dead. I''m begging you, please spare me. My humble life isn''t worth much, but I still need to bury my wife and child and visit their graves every year."


    "Even though my son was killed by the doctors in your hospital, and his organs were removed after he died the judge only sentenced the director and the doctor to two years. I know you''re powerful and can control everything. I won''t dare to sue you again."


    "My wife was just confused. That''s why she foolishly went to your hospital''s rooftop to kill herself. She went to be with our son willingly. It has nothing to do with the Rogers family. I would never dare to resent you. Please, I''m begging you, let me live."


    Howard clutched his wife''s urn with one hand and clung to Oscar''s leg with the


    other, sobbing uncontrobly, tears and snot running down his face.