This was the first time she had laughed so happily in the past few days.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Kiki's funeral was held at the funeral parlor.

After the wake, Kiki was sent for cremation.

Elliot held Layla in one hand and gave her a tissue with the other so that she could wipe her tears.

"Let's go home!" Avery said.

"Okay."

After coming out of the funeral parlor, they were ready to head to the parking lot.

At this moment, a shadowy figure emerged and grabbed the microphone. "Mr. Foster, the annihilation of the Tierney family. That’s your doing, isn’t it?"

The bodyguard was quick to block off the reporter.

Elliot saw that his daughter was frightened and had planned to take her to the car.

However, Avery's feet were firmly planted in place.

Elliot Foster might not have cared what the outside world thinks of him, but she cared!

"Do you know how the girl who you had the memorial for died?" Avery took the reporter's microphone and said loudly, "The girl's name was Kiki.