"I am not going to wait until tomorrow. I want my mom's ashes in my hands now. Until then, I won't leave this room," Helena crossed her arms and stated her condition strongly.
"Helena, don't cross the line. There is no way I could get your mom's ashes immediately. Today is a very important day. I don't want any mishaps. So, stop throwing a tantrum and get ready to attend the banquet," He warned her seriously.
"Heh! Do I look like I am throwing a tantrum? Also. Could there be any more mishaps than they already were?" She sneered looking at her dad.
Father Ford gulped his saliva when he saw his daughter's expression. She wasn't throwing a tantrum? So, she was serious?
"Helena. How can I get your mom's ashes to you in such a short time? Please listen to your dad and get ready for the banquet, okay? I will hand your mom's ashes to you with my hands directly to you. Okay?" the old man pleaded, having no choice.
