Allergic to Fatherly Love novel Chapter 7

My dad’s eyes were filled with despair, as if he were asking, but also muttering to himself.

"Where’s Gianna? Where’s Gianna?! How could she cremate our daughter without letting me see her one last time?"

Suddenly, he slammed the table and stood up.

"Mr. Evans, calm down! Ms. Rogers has already been taken home by her family. Please cooperate and finish your statement before you can leave!"

"That’s nonsense! Gianna’s an orphan—what family?!"

Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled back quickly, and although I could still hear Dad’s angry shouting, my body was already in the car.

I sat beside Mom, with my uncle and aunt sitting across from us.

My uncle remained silent, while my aunt softly comforted my mom.

The car first went back to the apartment.

After spending a night at the police station, Mom looked exhausted.

She knelt on the floor, carefully gathering the ashes that Dad had scattered.

My aunt, who had followed us in, saw this and her face darkened.

She immediately called my uncle, who was waiting downstairs, and angrily berated her brother-in-law, saying he wasn’t even human.

The car then headed to the cemetery that Mom had chosen for me.

On the way, my uncle’s assistant asked him, "Your brother is asking about your schedule. Should I inform him?"

My uncle, who always carried an air of authority, was someone I had always been a little afraid of.

"Tell him to go kneel at the family shrine. He can get up when he’s figured things out!"

Mom clutched my ashes tightly. "I want a divorce."

The car was silent until it stopped, and then my uncle finally spoke.

"Gianna, I’ve watched you grow up, and I truly consider you like a sister.

You’ve got no family left, and they didn’t leave you anything. If you get divorced, where will you go? How will you live?"

"I know my brother has wronged you, but could you give him another chance, for my sake?"

"Think it over again? At least wait until Sofia is properly laid to rest before making any decisions."

Mom insisted on staying to be with me, so my uncle and aunt left first.

The sky was growing darker.

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