After His Daughter Died, The Whole Family Hated Him

Matthew's face immediately clouded with displeasure. "Cynthia, what's with the sarcasm? It's just a road trip. We can go anytime. Is it worth making a fuss over such a trivial matter?"

"Indeed, it's not worth it."

I replied coldly, leaving those words hanging as I passed him with my luggage, unwilling to utter another word.

Matthew had never seen such indifference in me before. Surprise flickered in his eyes, and he seemed somewhat taken aback.

Regaining his composure, he softened his tone and said, "Is Amelia upset because I left you on the highway that day? I'll make it up to her later. You're an adult. Don't act out over this."

Amelia had been gone for days, and if Matthew had cared even a little about our home, he wouldn't have made such a foolish remark.

But he didn't. He had devoted all his attention to Janet, risking Amelia and me for her mere cold.

Thinking of my poor daughter, I felt heartbroken again.

I shook off Matthew's hand and said, "There's no chance anymore."

"How can there be no chance?"

Matthew frowned, "I'll call Amelia down right now. She's such a good girl. She'll surely forgive me."

After saying that, he immediately started calling Amelia's name in the house.

In the past, Amelia would rush out happily for a hug at the sound of Matthew's voice.

But this time, despite several calls from Matthew, there was no response.

At that moment, Janet, who was wandering in the living room, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Look, Matthew! There's Amelia's portrait here!"

Upon seeing Amelia's portrait, Matthew's face turned pale instantly.

He pointed at the portrait and shouted at me furiously, "No wonder you're in a hurry to leave. Amelia is dead. You still want to hide such a significant event from me, right? Don't you know Amelia is the apple of my eye, my life, and the driving force behind all my work and life?"

The hatred in my eyes was palpable, "Matthew, stop pretending. If you really cared about Amelia, you wouldn't have left us on the highway."

"Is this the reason you killed Amelia? You vented on Amelia and even took her life because of such a trivial matter? She was also your daughter! She was so cute and good! How could you be so cruel?"

Matthew roared at me in anger, his eyes bloodshot with extreme fury as if he wanted to tear me apart.

I stared at him and asked word by word, "Do you think I killed Amelia?"

He roared with excitement, "What else could it be? Amelia has always been healthy. If it weren't for you, how could she have died so suddenly?"

I looked at him as if he were a stranger. "Matthew, am I such a venomous person in your eyes?"

I couldn't describe my feelings at the moment. Amelia's death was already a fatal blow to me, and I didn't expect Matthew to stab me deeply in the heart.

Seventeen years! I loved him for seventeen years!

Over the years, I gave him my whole heart without reservation.

I worked hard and paid sincerely, giving everything for him. I thought that at least I could occupy a place in his heart and earn the image of a good wife and mother, but I never expected that he would regard me as a demon.