Chapter 379
Chapter 379:
Colton ignored him and walked toward the grave to look at the urn. A single tear slipped from his eye and landed on its surface. “You knew that if I found out she was dead, I would take her body back to Gridron. That’s why you lied and made me believe she was still alive. If Lance hadn’t told me you’d be at the cemetery today, I would have fallen for it completely p>
There was only one reason Asher would hold such a solemn and respectful funeral. The person in that urn was undeniably Kristine.
The realization sent a sharp, burning pain through Colton’s chest, as though a giant hand had wrapped around his heart and was slowly squeezing. He forced himself to stay calm, clinging to one last thread of hope. He turned back to Asher and asked again, “So… it really is her, isn’t it p>
Asher held his wheelchair, his face drained of all color, but he kept his voice steady. “No p>
Colton stumbled slightly, almost losing his footing. He knew that while words could deceive, a face rarely could — and Asher’s face was telling a very different story.
“I’m taking her back with me!” Colton declared.
His eyes burned with cold, immovable determination as he glared at Asher.
“There is no way I’m letting you do that!” Asher shouted back.
The air between them crackled with fury.
𝗨p𝖽a𝗍e𝗌 𝖾𝘷𝖾𝗋𝘆 𝘸𝗲е𝗄 oո
Then Danica spoke. “Kristine is gone, Mr. Yates. Can’t you just let her rest in peace p>
Both men stopped and turned toward her.
She glared at Colton, even as Nathan tried to silence her. “She gave seven years of her life to you, and for what? Now that she’s dead, why can’t you let go? You never loved her when she was alive. What right do you have to take her anywhere now p>
The words landed like a blow straight to Colton’s chest. He kept his voice icy and controlled. “This is between me and Kristine. Stay out of it!” He turned his glare back to Asher, leaving no room for argument. “I’m taking her home, and that’s final p>
“And what if I say no?” Asher challenged.
Colton’s grip on the shovel tightened until his knuckles went white. “You don’t have the right or the strength to stop me, Asher p>
Asher’s lip curled into a cold smirk. “If you’re so confident, then go ahead — give it a shot p>
The moment the words left his mouth, a wall of bodyguards materialized behind Asher’s wheelchair like shadows stepping out of the dark.
Asher issued a frigid command. “Throw Mr. Yates out of here p>
Colton’s eyes sharpened. He paid them no mind and leaned down to take the urn from the dirt.
Before his fingers could close around it, a fist came flying at his head.
Colton shot the man a look so cold it nearly stopped his heart. In the same instant, he swung the shovel and cracked it across the guard’s skull. The man crumpled to the ground, blood streaming from his forehead — a stark message that Colton was not to be trifled with.
It had taken him exactly one second.
The remaining guards hesitated for a beat, then rushed him all at once. Within moments, they swarmed him from every direction. But Colton moved like a machine, finding every weakness, driving through each man with raw, relentless power as if they were made of paper.