Chapter 870 Trouble

Emily's laughter was cut short by Ash's voice echoing from the hall where the wake was. She hurried off without another word to see what was happening. I headed back to the wake myself and was taken aback. I had not expected Alice and Maxwell to show up. Seeing them there, I frowned instinctively. I was puzzled by their presence. "Ms. Cruz, Mr. Sanchez, you..." Emily's voice had trailed off as Alice stormed up to the memorial table. With a sweep of her arm, she sent all the carefully placed flowers and offerings crashing to the floor. I caught a glimpse of Alice's face. It was a stark contrast to her usual vibrant beauty. It was as if the recent troubles with her child had pushed her to the edge, leaving her features etched with exhaustion and age. Her eyes were a storm of venom and rage, with a flicker of panic as the only other emotion present. "Alice, what on earth are you doing?" Emily gasped, her voice a mix of shock and fear. Ash's face turned ghostly white, her eyes wide