Todos os capítulos de My Dad's Ashes and Her Darn Dog: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Vanessa Summer, the princess of Capital City and my best friend who had been spoiled since childhood, laughed in anger. She stepped in front of me and said in a firm voice, “Who do you think you are? You keep calling people nobodies. Nora Quinton is Ethan Stanford’s legally married wife. Who are you pretending to be?”When Vanessa revealed my identity, I expected the woman to show a dramatic reaction. She only paused for a moment before sneering. She pulled a marriage certificate from her Hermès bag and tossed it at my feet. “Open your eyes and look. What is on it?”The photo on the certificate stung my eyes.Ethan wore a neat suit and smiled gently. The woman beside him was Layla Lewis, the arrogant and domineering woman standing in front of me.My mind went blank as I stood frozen.“Do not ask why I carry my marriage certificate. I have seen many women try to climb the social ladder and pretend to be Mrs. Stanford.”Her gaze shifted to the urn in my arms. Her eyes turned cold.

The leading police officer frowned and spoke in a stern voice. “What is going on here?”Vanessa forced herself to stand despite her pain. She pointed at Layla, her voice shaking. “Officer, I am Vanessa Summer from the Summer family of Capital City. This woman stabbed my friend with a knife and tried to set us on fire with a lighter. The evidence is clear. My dad is already on his way.”My tense body relaxed slightly.I believed everything was finally coming to an end. The two police officers exchanged glances after seeing Layla, and their expressions changed. When they looked at Vanessa and me again, their eyes were filled with anger.“You two beat someone in broad daylight. Do you know what kind of crime that is?”The other officer walked toward Layla with a respectful smile. “Mrs. Stanford, are you alright? Tell us how you want us to handle them. We will give you a result that satisfies you.”“A result that satisfies you?” Vanessa’s eyes widened. She pulled open her sleeve, rev

The military helicopter landed a short distance away.The cabin door opened, and a middle‑aged man in a neat military uniform rushed toward us with a team of fully armed guards behind him.“Dad!” Vanessa cried through her tears.The two police officers went weak in the knees, yet they still tried to act firm. “We are on duty. Unauthorized personnel…”They did not finish. Two dark gun barrels pressed against their temples.With two sharp metallic clicks, their electric batons were taken away, and they were forced to the ground, unable to move.“On duty? I think you were trying to carry out a death sentence.” The leader’s voice carried absolute authority.He was Timothy Summer, Vanessa’s father and the commander of Riverton’s military district.Layla still did not understand the danger she was in. She screamed, “Who are you? How dare you touch me? My husband is Ethan Stanford of Stanford Group, and I am from the Lewis family of Oceania. Can you afford to offend us?”Ethan had al

I saw the genuine concern in Timothy's eyes and slowly shook my head."Mr. Summer, I want to handle this myself." My voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable determination.Timothy glanced meaningfully at me, and the two guards immediately dragged the limp Layla and the distraught Ethan over."Ah! What are you doing? Let go of me!" Layla was still screaming, trying to struggle. Only madness and fear remained on her once arrogant face.I slowly stood up and walked toward her. With all my might, I delivered a crisp, resounding slap to her face.Layla's screams stopped abruptly. She stared at me in disbelief, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.I withdrew my numb hand, my voice as cold as ice. "This slap is for my father."After beating her, I did not even bother to look at her again. My gaze turned to Ethan, the man I had loved for seven years.He trembled violently while his face was ghastly pale. His eyes were filled with fear and pleading as he looked at me.I d

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