‘Holy sh*t!’

Alex was so shocked that he felt as if his brain was about to explode and his scalp went numb.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this would be the ashes of a pig.

For the past six months, he had been crying in front of his father’s grave when he had nowhere else to express his sadness.

He had been here at least six times.

‘So I have been talking to a damn pig? What the hell?

‘But the real question is, why was a pig’s ashes placed into the urn?

‘Where did my father’s ashes go?

“Were they swapped?

‘Could it be that… there weren’t any ashes in the first place?’

Alex was surprised by his own assumptions.

‘Is my father… not dead?’

He then shook this thought off. Last October, he had seen his father’s corpse when he rushed to the hospital from his wedding on the day of the car crash.

He was the one who sent his body to the incinerator.

If he didn’t die from that, he must surely be a god.

However, there was only one other possibility to this. When William was cremated, he di