After My Daughter Was Made Into A Statue By My Husband's Lover, I Went Crazy

“Then, as you wish, let my husband expose you in person! But people who lie will end up miserably!”

She took out her phone with an arrogant face and made a video call to Damon in front of me. The moment the call was connected, she immediately changed to an extremely aggrieved look.

“Husband, there is a bitch who insists that she is your original wife and she also said that I am just a shameless mistress! Now everyone is waiting to see the truth. I have no face to live!”

She cried with tears in her eyes, but I couldn’t help sneering. When Damon knew that his precious daughter had been harmed in such a tragic way, she really couldn’t live!

“Baby, don’t cry, let me see who is so bold to pretend to be my wife!”

His gentle voice came from the receiver. The next second, the phone was pressed against my face. My strong emotions completely collapsed and I cried desperately.

“Damon, you get over here now! My daughter has been skinned by them and she is about to die!”

Afraid that he would not believe it, I grabbed the phone and pointed the camera at my daughter. But what I didn’t expect was that he didn’t recognize his daughter or me.

Damon, on the screen, smiled very coldly. “Bitch, who gave you the courage to pretend to be Mrs. Richards? I only have one wife, Jessica. People like you are not even worthy of carrying my shoes! Be good, Jessica. Your husband will help you vent your anger. Drag this bitch and her bastard out to feed the dogs, okay?”

The last sentence was like a heavy hammer, which made my heart sink to the bottom. In the past few years, I had retreated behind the scenes and left everything outside to him.

I thought he was still a loyal dog like before. But I didn’t expect that his methods would be so cruel now. It seemed that he had had enough of the good life and didn’t even know who he was.

Before I could speak again, the phone was hung up mercilessly. Jessica raised her hand to grab the phone and slapped me hard in the face.

“Did you hear it clearly? My husband said to drag you out to feed the dogs!” She sneered and pulled my hair, dragging my daughter out of the door.

My heart was cold. Damon said that the security here was not good and he was afraid that my daughter and I would be in danger, so he specially asked people to airlift more than a dozen Tibetan mastiffs from Gaulsea.

I didn’t expect that the vicious dogs that were originally responsible for protecting my daughter and me would now be used to bite us.

Tibetan mastiffs were ferocious and they would definitely become crazier after seeing blood. With my daughter’s current injuries, there was no possibility of survival.

When I thought of the scene where my daughter might die tragically, I struggled harder. But it was always useless.

When I was dragged to the door, I subconsciously reached out to grab the door frame and begged without dignity.

“Please, don’t touch my daughter. If you want to feed them, use me to feed them! Whether you want money or life, I can give it to you, just let my daughter go!”

But in return, my daughter got a more ruthless beating and even her fingers were broken one by one. In despair and helplessness, a roar suddenly came from the crowd.

“Stop! How dare you do this to her! She is the real head of the Richards Group. You beat her like this. Do you wish to die?”

For a moment, everyone froze in place. I was so happy that I almost cried.

But when I saw the person who stood up for me, my heart sank again. Although the man’s face was full of anger, he was wearing the clothes of a waiter.