A Matrilocal Husband's Counterattack

Chapter 78: Collapse

The person in the memorial photo was very young.

It was a woman with an oval face, delicate features, and her long hair elegantly tied up. However, her gaze was fierce and unsettling to behold.

"Paper money? White cloth? Funeral shoes? A memorial photo?"

Raymond Yates almost stumbled to the ground. "How could these things be here?"

He couldn't believe that so many ominous items were entangled under his new car, and he hadn't noticed a thing.

Ethan looked at him. "Director Yates, don't you remember anything?"

Jack Yates's voice deepened. "Brother, someone must be targeting you. Probably that bastard who just got back..."

Raymond was about to nod when a thought suddenly struck him:

"Could it be from that incident with the hearse?"

Ethan looked at Raymond and asked, "Did you remember something?"

"Last month, I was rushing to catch a flight when I came across a funeral procession on the road," Raymond said with a heavy expression.

"It was a narrow road, and at the turn, one side had to yield."

"I was in a hurry to get to the airport, so I floored the gas pedal and cut the corner, brushing past the funeral procession."

"A few people fell over because of it. I was too focused on catching my flight and didn't stop, but I threw out twenty thousand dollars from the window..."

He glanced at the photo. "Would the deceased really haunt me over that?"

"You just brushed past them? Director Yates, are you sure that's the whole story?"

Ethan looked at Raymond with a knowing smile.

"If only paper money and white cloth were scattered, it would mean you merely startled the mourners. Those things wouldn't have fallen otherwise, nor would they have gotten tangled under your car."

"But the fact that funeral shoes and half a memorial photo were found indicates that even the coffin was disturbed. Otherwise, how could the shoes have fallen off, or the photo been torn in half?"

A playful smirk crossed Ethan's lips. "If you're still not being truthful, I won't be able to help you."

Raymond took a deep breath. "I was driving very fast at the time. Although no one was hurt, the procession was thrown into chaos. I was in the wrong."

"That's better."

Ethan looked at the paper money and photo on the ground.

"When encountering a funeral procession on the road, if you're heading in the same direction, you should either take a different route or follow behind at a respectful distance."

"If it's coming from the opposite direction, you must yield."

"Not only did you cut through the procession, but you also startled them so much that the coffin was disrupted. Then you left without apologizing or offering any comfort. It's no wonder there's so much resentment."

Ethan pointed out his recklessness. "Yesterday was likely the 'third seventh day' since the death. That's why your family faced such danger."

Jack found this explanation absurd but couldn't find a way to refute it, so he remained silent.

Raymond grabbed Ethan's hand tightly. "I was wrong, Ethan. How do I resolve this now?"

"Should I stop using this car?"