The bite marks behind Shawn's hand were still evident. The blood had dried up and was left unattended.

"Mr. Wood, I've known Gale's mother since I was young, and she watched me grow up. It's perfectly reasonable that I handle her affairs. Even Gale agreed," Sam said.

He coldly responded, "I don't agree!"

Gale smiled snidely. "Ha… Shawn, what gives you the right to refuse? You're the one who killed my mother! She died because of you! If you hadn't infuriated her, and if you had pressed the bell in time, she wouldn't have died! The person least qualified to handle my mother's funeral is you!"

Every word was a crime on Shawn's name.

Yes, he should not have entered the room.

He should have pressed the bell. Even if Wendy had stopped him, he should have forcefully done it.

However, it was already too late to say anything.

The dead could not come back.

Shawn put his hand around her waist. "Gale, no matter what, Sam can't be the one to handle it!"

He was not so incapable that he nee