Henrick turned and glared at Cindy angrily. He was someone with a trust issue. Once he was certain that he had been betrayed, he would never trust the traitor again.
He gritted his teeth. “Listen to me, you b*tch! It doesn’t matter what you say now. You’d better keep your mouth shut, and stop bothering me and Mom!”
As Henrick spoke, he displayed a look of respect as he held Malorie’s urn.
Malorie lived a long, fulfilling life before her death. Henrick planned to organize a grand funeral for her when he returned to his hometown so that everyone could see how mighty he was. By doing so, he could also take over his mother’s place.
It had been many years since he returned, and he had forgotten how to interact with those villagers. Nevertheless, it was easier for Henrick to control them with a majestic display of his wealth.
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