While Lucas lost his daughter, he had another child.
How ridiculous!
At the same time, Arthur also saw the photos in my phone, and was so angry that he almost fainted. He directly ordered people to bring Lucas back.
And I put my daughter in the stove without saying a word.
Until she turned into a handful of ashes.
Until I put her in that little box with my own hands,
I couldn't hold back my tears any longer.
After it was over, Arthur handed me a plane ticket. I took it with both hands and bowed deeply to him.
Then Urn went straight home holding his daughter.
Looking at the room full of toys, all that came to my mind was my daughter’s laughter in the past.
So I took out the brazier and burned some of her favorite toys when she was alive, praying that they would make my daughter happy, after all, it was too painful when she was alive...
Just as I was burning the last piece, Isabella pushed the door open and kicked over the brazier on the ground.
She glanced at her daughter's portrait, her face full of pride:
"Yo~ It's finally dead. I bought those thick steel spikes for nothing!"
"Oh, by the way, did you know? When your daughter died, she was still mumbling Daddy! Daddy! But Lucas was on me at that time! Isn't that funny?"
As she spoke, Isabella clapped her hands and cheered.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my internal organs. I roared and rushed towards her, strangling her neck tightly.
Isabella rolled her eyes as she was pinched.
But she didn't care at all, smiling provocatively:
"You don't think... you can avenge your daughter like this, do you? I tell you... you're dreaming!"
As she said this, she took my hand and smashed it against her stomach, muttering:
"Sophie, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please don't hurt the baby in my belly like this, he is innocent..."
The next second, someone pushed me to the ground from behind, and the wound that had just scabbed over began to bleed again.
Lucas gently held Isabella in his arms. Her eyes were red and she looked like she was going to faint in the next second.
"Sophie, it's okay for you to hurt me, but how could you be so vicious as to kill the baby in my belly!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Lucas slapped me in the face.
"Sophie, have you had enough? How long are you going to hurt her?"
I looked at him with dead eyes and asked desperately:
"Then why don't you ask her what good things she has done!"
As she spoke, tears from the corners of her eyes dripped onto the back of his hand.
Lucas pulled his hand away suddenly as if he was burned.
Maybe the sadness in my eyes was fake. The man was stunned and was about to turn around to ask, but Isabella's tears fell before him.
"It's... it's the one I posted today about a baby. Sophie saw it and said that the baby in my belly would be a threat to her and my daughter, so she beat my belly like crazy..."
As she was talking, she started to hold her stomach and scream:
"Ah—it hurts! I must have just been hurt!"
"And what's in this box? I feel like the yin energy is so strong that the baby in my belly is almost suffocating."
When I saw she was referring to my daughter's urn, I hurried forward to take it, but Lucas got there first.
When the man opened it and saw that it was ashes, he immediately scolded me:
"Sophie, did you do this on purpose?
"They made these disgusting things specifically to scare Isabella and make her have a miscarriage!"
