Not Letting My Father Rest in Peace Meant Downfall

My father was the richest man in Brighton, but before he passed away, he donated most of our family’s wealth. His last wish was just to be buried in his hometown, Highland.

Because of the sensitive nature of my work, I kept a low profile when I brought his ashes back for the funeral.

On the day of the burial, we were part of the funeral procession when a girl in a bright red dress suddenly appeared, followed by ten red Rolls-Royces driving in the opposite direction down the road. She stepped out, chin tilted arrogantly, sunglasses hiding her eyes, and pointed straight at my father’s hearse.