The woman wore a dress and looked pretty, giving off the vibe of the girl next door.
But what should have been a pleasant sisterly figure was now a picture of agitation, arguing with the security guard at the door, saying, "I need to get inside for an explanation. My child died here mysteriously. Why didn't you notify me when he was critically injured? Instead, you cremated my child without my consent and then informed me to collect his ashes at the funeral home. Are you even human?"
"I never even got to see my child for the last, I want you to give me an explanation. Is there a problem with that? I want an explanation now. What right do you have to stop me from entering? Move aside, don't block me!"
After speaking, the woman, driven by her emotions, attempted to force her way inside.
However, the four security guards at the door were tall and sturdy; any one of them was bigger and taller than the woman.
