But everything changed when Isabella appeared.

He is no longer a husband who loves me, nor is he a father who dotes on Emily...

The scene in the dream changed, and suddenly Emily's painful voice appeared:

"Mom, it hurts so much... help me... help me quickly..."

I hurriedly tried to pull her, but found that my hands were empty. I woke up suddenly and the smell of disinfectant was all around me.

As I gradually lost consciousness, I tore off the quilt and stumbled towards the emergency room.

But when I searched all the beds, I couldn't find my daughter.

Just when I was getting anxious and didn't know what to do, I heard the nurses talking.

"The little girl who was bitten by a poisonous snake yesterday was so pitiful. She could have been saved by taking a shot of serum, but she was dragged to death in the end. Her face was black when she died..."

My heart sank to the bottom in an instant. I grabbed the nurse and asked tremblingly:

"Where is she? Where is my daughter?"

The nurse was startled, and after a long while she stammered, she said:

"Originally...it should have been in the morgue, but the boss took a look and said that such a disgusting corpse would collide with the fetus in his wife's belly, so...he had the body thrown into the crematorium in the back mountain..."

My blood instantly froze.

I ran towards the back mountain like crazy, my daughter's usual smile kept flashing in my mind, just hoping for a miracle to happen...

But when that familiar figure appeared on the pile of earth, my legs went weak and I fell to my knees.

"Emily——"

I crawled over desperately and hugged my daughter tightly in my arms, trembling as I touched her face which no longer resembled me.

He couldn't bear it any longer and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

This is a piece of flesh that fell from my body after ten months of pregnancy!

How can it not hurt?

But just like that, he was killed by his own father!

How ridiculous!

I don't know how long it took, but I wiped my tears, handled my daughter's funeral alone, and called that person with a dead heart:

"Hey, you've always wanted to take down Alexander, right? I can help you, but you have to agree to one condition."

After hanging up the phone, I took a taxi back to the villa holding my daughter's ashes.

When I opened the door, I found that my daughter's favorite swing had been torn into pieces and thrown aside.

Instead, there is an oversized rotating windmill.

My heart ached suddenly and I clenched the death certificate in my hand tightly.

Suddenly, I recalled the day of my daughter's Christening ceremony, when Alexander excitedly spent three days and three nights building this double swing, and said that he would be responsible for pushing the two of us from behind.

But now,

It has finally changed...

I didn't dare to look any further and hurried to my daughter's room, picked up a few of her favorite toys and put them in the brazier.

I pray that they can make my daughter happy, after all, it was too painful to be alive...

Just as I was burning the last piece, Isabella pushed the door open and kicked over the brazier on the ground.

Then she looked at her daughter's portrait, her face full of pride:

"Yo~ He's finally dead. I didn't make up such a ridiculous statement that the serum can remove scars in vain!"

"Oh, by the way, did you know? Your daughter didn't even close her eyes before she died. Brother Alexander wanted to go and see her, but I pretended to have a stomachache, so he had the body carried out and thrown away!"

"Isn't that funny?"

As she spoke, Isabella clapped her hands and cheered.

I felt a sharp pain all over my internal organs, my eyes turned bloodshot, and I grabbed Isabella's hair like a madman and banged my head against the wall.

One after another, without mercy.

Isabella's face was covered in blood.

But she didn't care at all, smiling provocatively:

"You don't think you can avenge your daughter like this, do you? It's too early for me to tell you. This is just the beginning."

As she said that, Isabella pulled out a Voodoo doll full of needles from her pocket and threw it into the brazier.

Then he immediately knelt down in front of me, as if he had suffered a lot of injustice:

"Sister Sophia, I was wrong. Please don't curse the baby in my belly like this. He is innocent..."

Before I could react, I realized what she meant.

The next second, I was kicked out violently, my head hit the edge of the bed, and blood flowed down my forehead.

Alexander gently held Isabella in his arms. Her eyes were red, and she looked like she was going to faint in the next second.

"Sophia, it's okay for you to hurt me, but how could you be so vicious as to place such a curse on the baby in my belly!"

Before I could say anything, Alexander threw the Voodoo doll at my face.

"Sophia, how dare you!"

Only then did I notice that the Voodoo doll had Isabella's Birth chart and a portrait of a baby written on it.

I couldn't help but sneer.

What a crude frame-up, but he sentenced me to death without even asking any questions.

Seeing me like this, Alexander wanted to step forward and teach me a lesson, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed his daughter's remains and the toys left in the brazier, and he immediately became furious.

"What do you mean? You washed your daughter's photo white just to be jealous. Sophia, are you still qualified to be a mother?"

When I mentioned my daughter, I looked at him angrily with red eyes:

"Alexander, you are not allowed to mention my daughter, you murderer!"

Seeing my grief and anger, Alexander hesitated for a moment and was about to say something.

Isabella timidly huddled into his arms and whispered, "Brother Alexander, the photo is so scary. I'm scared...and the baby is scared too."

The man who had a calm expression just now suddenly became cold and hard.

He picked up his daughter's photo and showed a cruel expression.

I hurriedly shook my head and begged frantically:

"don't want--"

"Alexander, this is my daughter's only ..."

Before he could finish his words, he tore the portrait in half.

Looking at the incomplete photo of my daughter, my heart felt like it was cut in two.

Tears flowed unconsciously from the corners of my eyes: I looked at him fiercely: "Alexander, one day you will regret it, I'm waiting!"

The man sneered, "It's just a photo, I won't regret it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Isabella behind him covered her stomach and screamed:

"ah--"

"What is this? It feels so yin that the fetus in my belly can't even breathe."

When I saw it was my daughter's urn, I rushed forward to grab it, but was pushed to the ground by Alexander.

When the man opened it and saw that it was ashes, he immediately scolded me:

"Sophia, did you do this on purpose?

"They made these disgusting things to scare Isabella and make her have a miscarriage!"

"Why didn't I realize before that you are so vicious!"

I bit my lips tightly, trying to suppress the hatred in my heart:

"Alexander, if you return my things to me, I will move out of the house and never bother you again."

Alexander frowned, "What do you mean by that? What do you mean by moving out?"