로그인My father died in the line of duty during a confidential assignment and received the highest national honor. I retrieved his ashes and escorted him home for burial. As soon as I reached the entrance of the residential area, I collided with a woman. The urn fell to the ground and injured her dog. In the next second, her palm struck my face. “You lunatic, you killed my dog! Can you afford to pay with your worthless life? Hand over the urn while kneeling so my dog can rest in peace!” I stood there in shock. Her dog had run into me without a leash, yet she tried to blame me. “There are security cameras here. Call the police if there is no other way. The box holds my father’s ashes. Watch your mouth.” The woman laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke. “He is a nobody. My dog was flown in from France. Can you afford to compensate me? If you know what is good for you, hand over the urn. My hubby is Ethan Stanford, the heir to Stanford Group. Can you afford to offend me?” I froze. I had no idea my husband had another wife.
더 보기A year later, I stood once again before my father’s tomb.Flowers from people of all backgrounds surrounded the tombstone. They framed the photo of my father, who looked strong and dignified.I did not cry. I placed a bunch of white daisies gently in the center. “Dad, I came to see you.”My hand rested on the cold tombstone. “This year, I visited many places where you once fought. I met many of your unnamed comrades. I think I understand you a little more now.”I was no longer the little girl who hid under his protection.Vanessa stood beside me and muttered, “I get it. Now I am just the unofficial support staff. My job is to feed my heroic best friend all kinds of good food so she does not forget to eat when she is busy.”She pulled a thermos from her bag. Inside were my favorite honey‑glazed ribs, still warm.Her words made me laugh. The weight I carried for a year finally found a place to rest.In the distance, a group of elementary school students wearing red scarves lined
Three months later, I had cut my long hair that once reached my waist, and I stood before Alfred.The office felt solemn and respectful. A large map of mountains and rivers hung on the wall. It was the same map that had hung in my father’s study.“I made up my mind.”I placed my father’s will and the eagle badge on the desk. “I want to join Great Wall.”Alfred’s grizzled eyebrows shifted. His sharp gaze felt as if it could see through my soul. “Child, this is not a joke. Once you join, you can never regret it.”“My father had no regrets, and neither do I.” I straightened my back. My voice was steady, and each word was clear.“My language skills and the anti‑espionage training he taught me since childhood may be useful.”I did not want to live only under the title of a hero’s daughter. I wanted to guard this land as he did.Alfred stayed silent for a long time before he picked up the badge and placed it back in my hand. “You are just like your father. Loyalty is in your bones.”
A week later, I stood before the cemetery with a brand‑new urn in my arms.Vanessa and Timothy stood on each side of me. Their hands rested gently on my arms, giving me silent strength.I saw many unfamiliar faces in the crowd. Some wore simple work clothes. Some wore formal suits like businessmen. Some looked like university professors, calm and refined.Their gazes held warmth and determination, as if they were looking at their own family.They were my father’s comrades. They had lived their lives in disguise, just like him, silently guarding the nameless heroes of this country.During the burial, I placed the urn into the grave myself.As the cold soil covered it layer by layer, I felt my world collapse.All the strength, patience, and hatred I had held inside for days broke apart. I could not hold on anymore. I fell to my knees before my father’s tombstone and cried loudly.Grief, anger, and longing poured out like a broken dam.I cried until it felt like my soul was being
In the courtroom, Layla and Ethan were dressed in prison uniforms. All their former glory was nowhere to be seen.I stood outside the courtroom, looking coldly through the small window at everything inside.In just one night, the entire internet was in an uproar.The hashtag #Honoring Hero Jeffrey# was followed by a bright red "Viral" text.Immediately after that were "#Severely Punish the Culprit Who Insulted a Martyr#" and "#Stanford Group and Lewis Group Stock Prices Hit the Daily Limit Down#".The tide of public opinion was far more fierce than Timothy's forceful measures.The two police officers were immediately dismissed from their positions and charged with abuse of power and insulting a hero. Severe legal punishment awaited them.When the judge sentenced her to 20 years in prison for multiple charges, including intentional injury, provoking trouble, and insulting a martyr, Layla slumped down completely, mumbling randomly, "My dad is the chairman of Lewis Group! You can't












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