Ethan’s eyes lit up at her words. He turned to me, his gaze full of disgust.
“Olivia, I’m canceling our engagement right now. I’m going to marry Madison and make her my wife.”
I stared at the two of them coldly. If that was his choice, then he had no right to regret it later.
“Fine. But return my father’s urn.”
Madison stubbed her cigarette out on the urn, sneering.
“You want it? Then get on your knees and beg.”
“Don’t push me too far.”
I wanted nothing more than to beat that shameless, vile woman to the ground. She had no ability of her own—only tricks and a man to hide behind.
“I’ll push as far as I like. What can you do about it? Kneel, or don’t.”
“Sweetheart,” Ethan said, “why waste it by scattering ashes? Feeding them to a dog would be way more fun.”
“Baby, you’re brilliant.”
Someone in the room couldn’t hold back.
“Madison, that’s still Olivia’s late father. This isn’t right!”
“Yeah, if Mrs. Scott finds out—”
“Shut up! Do I need you to teach me how to handle things?”
“When I take over Scott Enterprises, forget Olivia—even her mother will be under my heel. Anyone else who talks back can get the hell out.”
The room fell silent, everyone too afraid to speak.
I understood their position. I couldn’t blame them.
“Fine. I’ll kneel. But if you break your word, I’ll fight you to the end.”
I pulled out a knife and drove it into the wooden chair with a thud.
Madison grinned wickedly. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day? I remember when I first came into the Scott family, you looked down on me like I was trash. I swore then that one day I’d take everything from you and grind you under my feet.”
“Heh. A beggar taken in and saved, yet instead of gratitude, she lusts after her benefactor’s fortune.”
If I hadn’t taken her in, her corpse would have been torn apart by wild dogs. She’d have no chance to flaunt herself like this today.
Still, I sank to my knees, praying she wouldn’t desecrate my father’s ashes—or worse, feed them to a dog.
But things never go as you hope. Ethan ordered his men to bring in a dog.
I glared at him with pure hatred. “Ethan, don’t you dare.”
“Ha, why should I listen to you?”
The dog was brought in. That’s when I realized the cruel truth: no matter what I did, they would never spare my father’s ashes.
I rushed forward and landed a punch on Madison, but they had too many people. We fought, but I was quickly restrained.
The conference room was chaos, but none of the others dared step in. Only Grace fought at my side, and she was soon pinned down too.
Summoning all her strength, Grace broke free and threw herself at Madison. “Olivia, run!”
Madison, furious, pummeled her with fists.
“Old hag, get out of my way!”
“Hahaha, go to hell, you worthless beggar. Even in a crown, you’ll never be a princess.”
Tears welled in my eyes at Grace’s loyalty. I reached out for the urn, but Ethan slammed an ashtray into my head.
Dizziness swept over me as Ethan sneered, “So devoted, huh? Then keep those eyes wide open and watch your father’s ashes get fed to a dog.”
