Chapter 687 Won’t Celebrate Your Birthday Again

"I did." A voice suddenly came from behind Sieben, which stopped her from becoming even more aggressive. Lindsey stepped forward and stood behind Sieben. Looking at Sieben’s taut back muscles, Lindsey repeated softly and slowly, "I asked them to." Sieben's hand that was clutching Felipe Jipson’s shirt suddenly loosened. For a few seconds, her face had a complex look of uncertainty and anger. She froze then turned to look at Lindsey. The tears in her eyes were about to fall out and her voice was soft like a murmur. "Why?" Lindsey closed her eyes fiercely and opened them again, but she did not speak. Sieben suddenly took the small box from Felipe's hand and hugged it tightly. Her lips trembled as she stared at Lindsey, then tears streamed down her cheeks and smashed on the ground. "Who gave you the right to do that?" Sieben looked at Lindsey and roared, "Huh? Lindsey Juhl! Who the hell are you? Who are you to let them cremate him?" Lindsey's eyes were tightly closed, but tears sti