I lay on the ground like a dog.

Suddenly laughed.

Laughed till tears came out.

Pointing at Lucas, he spoke desperately:

"I'm crazy! You've driven me crazy!"

"Lucas, you beast, you actually did such a disgusting thing in front of your daughter's photo, you will die!"

The man glanced at me coldly and said nonchalantly:

"It was just in front of a crappy photo. We didn't do it in front of her, Sophie. Don't go crazy here!"

"At worst I can just take her to take another photo tomorrow. That should be fine, right?"

I sneered.

He still has the nerve to mention his daughter?

Just as he was about to speak, Lucas put on his clothes and went to the door to look for him, but he didn't see the familiar figure. He asked in confusion:

"Where's Emily? Why doesn't she come out to say hello to me?"

I wiped away my tears, suppressed the trembling in my throat, and said word by word:

"Emily is dead!"

Hearing this, Lucas' body suddenly stiffened. Just as he was about to ask, Isabella fell into his arms and said timidly:

"Sophie, you don't want to say that Emily was crucified!"

"And this photo happens to be the posthumous photo you chose."

"If that's the case, then your lying skills are too poor. Those nails are specially made soft nails. They won't hurt at all!

As soon as he finished speaking, the man who had a calm expression just now suddenly became cold and hard.

He picked me up from the ground, his eyes filled with poison, wishing he could torture me to death.

"Sophie, you are willing to say anything to win favor now, and you even cursed your own daughter!"

"Are you still worthy of being a mother?"

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

"Lucas, you are not allowed to mention my daughter, you murderer! You don't deserve it!"

Lucas instantly flew into a rage and increased the force of his hands. The air I could breathe became less and less. Just when I thought I was finally going to be with my daughter,

But Lucas threw me to the ground.

"Don't think that showing this expression will make me soft-hearted! Since you hit Isabella today, you must pay the price!"

After saying that, he strode forward, picked up the photo of his daughter on the ground, and revealed a cruel expression.

I hurriedly shook my head and begged frantically:

"don't want--"

"Lucas, this is my daughter's..."

Before he could finish his words, he tore the portrait in half with a swish sound.

With red eyes, I rushed over to snatch the photo from his hand, but my foot stepped on the broken glass next to me.

But I didn't feel any pain at all, instead I held my daughter's photo tightly in my arms.

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

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

After saying that, he left gracefully, holding Isabella in his arms.

And I cried while holding my daughter's photo until dawn.

When the time came, I went to the funeral home with the photos.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw Arthur angrily saying to his men: "Keep looking, what day is today? It's not right for him, a father, not to show up!"

At this moment, my phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message Isabella forwarded to my circle of friends.

It says [Welcome little one] on it.

In the accompanying picture, Lucas was kneeling on one knee and kissing her belly, his face full of joy.

He was holding a B-ultrasound photo in his hand.

I bit my lips tightly, but my heart ached.

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!"