How Is He Like a Debt Collector?**Charles's POV**

I immediately suppressed the emotions in my heart, and my pupils returned to normal again.

Grandpa's gaze that had been looking this way also withdrew—he probably hadn't noticed the abnormality here.

She looked at the priest in surprise. "Was someone here just now?"

The priest nodded. "Yes, a young man in his twenties."

She lowered her head—was she wondering who the first person to appear here was?

I stood on the second floor of the church, looking down at the scene below.

She didn't ponder for long, because mourners had already started arriving one after another.

Grandpa patted her shoulder. "Good child, go receive the arriving guests. Don't worry about me."

She nodded. "Alright, Mr. William. If you need anything, you can come get me."

I looked down at her from above. Only when she was alone did I have time to observe her properly.

She wore a black long-sleeved dress with a deep blue scarf tied around her neck and a plain black hat on her head. She looked so quiet, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

She stood to the side, nodding to each person who entered.

She looked completely different today compared to yesterday when we got the marriage certificate.

A hint of mockery flashed in my eyes. She really knew how to put on an act.

Just when the church hall on the first floor was filled with people, I thought this funeral would end as ordinarily as most funerals.

However, just as the priest was reciting scriptures above, the tightly closed church door was suddenly forced open by someone bursting in.

"Daisy, get out here!"

All the guests turned around in unison, surprise appearing on everyone's faces. When they hadn't seen this person at the beginning, they thought he wasn't coming.

Who would have thought he would burst in at this moment?

The priest standing on the platform wanted to speak up to stop this rude gentleman, but Daisy gave him a look that said not to move.

People whispered among themselves. "How did he come?"

"He's that person's son—how could he not come?"

"He doesn't look like he came to mourn. More like he came to collect a debt."

"Exactly. If he makes a scene, this girl Daisy probably won't be able to handle it."

George stood aggressively at the door. "Without me, his son, here, who gave you permission to hold a funeral for my father?"

His eyes swept around viciously. "Daisy, where's Daisy?"

She stood up from the front row, her tone a calmness I'd never heard before. "Father, since you're here, please take a seat."

Behind George emerged a woman wearing a flashy red dress. She linked her arm intimately with George's, but her tone was extremely harsh. "Daisy, you deliberately hid your grandpa's funeral from your father. What are you trying to do?"

The people who had been criticizing George immediately changed their tune when they heard this.

"What, Daisy deliberately concealed it?"

"What is this girl Daisy trying to do? Why would she hide such a big matter from her own father?"

Daisy remained calm and unhurried. She looked at this father she hadn't seen in a long time. "Father, if you still care about Grandpa, don't make trouble. Whatever it is can wait until after the funeral."

But George looked at the people sitting in the church. "Please everyone, be my witness. Today I'm taking back the shares this unfilial daughter is about to inherit from my father."

My eyes narrowed slightly. This George in front of me was Daisy's father?

How was he so much like a debt collector?

Otherwise, why would he demand to take back his daughter's inherited shares at his own father's funeral?

The woman in the red dress beside him chimed in. "Exactly, exactly. She deliberately concealed Grandpa Cody's matter. It's really too much. Just taking back her shares is letting her off easy."

This woman's voice was truly grating. This kind of idiot who couldn't read the situation was truly disgusting.

She must be Daisy's stepmother—Ella, right?

Neither of this married couple had any sense. To fight over shares at such an occasion—truly foolish!

Grandpa, sitting beside Daisy, was about to stand up to say a few words for her, but she smiled and stopped his movement.

We werewolves have very sensitive ears and very good vision as well.

Not only could I see the arc of her pale pink lips opening and closing as she spoke to Grandpa.

I could also hear clearly what she said to Grandpa.

"Mr. William, please trust me. I can handle this."

I knew Grandpa wasn't an overly warm-hearted person. It was really because these two people's shameless behavior made Grandpa somewhat angry that he wanted to stand up and say a few fair words.

But what I really didn't expect was that she actually refused Grandpa's help.

When her grandpa used the favor to coerce her into marrying me, wasn't it precisely to get our family to give her a bit of protection?

Why now was she refusing help?

This woman was truly strange. She seemed a little different from what I had imagined.

She slowly walked to the middle where the view was open. "Father, if you came to mourn Grandpa, I'll save you a seat. But if you're going to make unreasonable trouble, then please leave."

Before George could act impulsively, Ella stepped forward first, her voice shrill. "Why should I leave? If anyone's leaving, it's you, you little bitch!"

In contrast to Ella's impulsiveness, George seemed much calmer at this moment. "You want me to leave? Fine. Transfer all the shares under your name to mine, and I'll go."

As he spoke, his hand had already touched the lilies decorating the side of the seats.

He casually snapped the flower stems, tore the petals apart one by one, letting them fall to the ground, then crushed them viciously under his shoe.

Seeing his actions, Daisy, who had been very calm until now, suddenly had red eyes.

I finally saw a different emotion on her face. Her eyes were red, her gaze looked like it was about to spit fire.

She looked like this, like a fierce wolf cub swearing to protect its territory to the death.

I was moved by the anger on her face. A trace of excitement surged within me, but I quickly ignored it.

She spoke in a voice that was almost indifferent. "Those are Grandpa's favorite lilies. You're not welcome here."

George was also angered by her behavior. He grabbed the flower bouquet beside him and smashed it hard onto the ground. "It's not your place to call the shots here. I'm telling you, today, in front of the old man, hand over those shares obediently, or else..."

George clapped his hands, and dozens of uniformly dressed mercenaries holding guns immediately surged out from behind him.

Fear appeared on Daisy's face. "You—what are you trying to do?"