"It's me. I'm Mia Grant."
...
Yates Donovan narrowed his eyes and subconsciously sat up straight, but when he spoke, his tone was as flippant as ever. "Mia Grant? And who might you be? The name sounds so familiar."
"Ah..." He drew out the sound, as if just recalling the person. "Right. I think my fiancée was also called that."
"But you can't be her. My fiancée died for good over two months ago. Sigh, you've brought up my tragic past again. Her little lovers threw all her ashes into the sea, didn't even leave a single speck for me."
...Mia Grant was speechless.
"So, sweetie, promise me. Even if you're running a scam, could you at least show a little respect for the dead next time?"
"After all, we must respect the dead. My dear fiancée was so young when she passed, she's definitely full of resentment. You'd better be careful lately."
"When you have time, remember to go to a temple and pray a bit. Buy a few consecrated bracelets to ward off evil spirits."
