His Mistress Killed Our Daughter

Malcolm accompanied me to the hospital to have my wound treated, and after an examination, I was shocked to be diagnosed with schizophrenia. The doctor even mentioned that someone in my condition shouldn't be responsible for taking care of children.

"No wonder you always have these paranoid thoughts, imagining that Celia wants to harm Maisy. It's the schizophrenia," Malcolm said coldly, his gaze cutting into me.

Holding Maisy tightly, I looked at him warily. Before I could react, he lunged forward and took her from my arms.

"You won't be looking after Maisy and Kallie for now," he announced. "You're unwell, and you need to rest. Celia will take care of the kids temporarily."

"No!" I shouted immediately. "I'm not sick. This is all Celia's doing." I frantically searched my phone to find the messages where she confessed to harming Maisy, but they had vanished.

Celia chimed in smoothly, standing nearby. "Emberly, how much must you hate me to believe I'm trying to harm Maisy? That's not who I am."

Listening to her, Malcolm glared at me with anger. "Emberly, enough. I don't want to talk to you right now. You're mentally unstable."

"Stay here and focus on getting better." With that, he turned to leave, carrying Maisy, as Celia followed closely behind.

I tried to catch up, but Malcolm's people held me back firmly. Struggling to free myself, I ran outside, only to watch his car disappear down the road. Defeated, I headed home, desperate to prevent him from taking Kallie as well.

I remembered when I was first pregnant with the twins. Malcolm had said that whether they were boys or girls, one would be named Kallie and the other Maisy—a symbol of our family's completeness and harmony. But now, he was determined to take my children away.

Pain surged through me as tears streamed down my face. When I reached home, I discovered that Kallie was already gone.

I dropped to my knees with a heavy heart, realizing how futile it was to fight against Malcolm. If I didn't come up with a plan soon, both Kallie and Maisy would be lost to me.

My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and made the call.

"I need your help, right now."