Freya's POV
"Why? Go to the grave—"
Cecilia Felix's words got cut short as her phone was apparently yanked away. Then Waylon Colby's furious voice erupted through the speaker.
"Freya Colby! Already planning my funeral, rushing to scout burial plots? Let me tell you something - I'm not dying that easily!"
A cold laugh escaped my lips. "Don't get too confident. You'll discover just how resilient you really are once we get there."
I hoped his stubbornness would hold up. Otherwise, this little revenge game would lose its entertainment value far too quickly.
After hanging up, I shook my head at their complete naivety.
Did they honestly believe I was being a dutiful daughter, taking him to pre-select his final resting place?
What a joke.
This heartless excuse for a father didn't deserve a proper burial. Scattering his remains in the ocean would be an insult to marine life.
They actually thought I'd waste my hard-earned money on a cemetery plot for him?
