After Killing Their Daughter for His Mistress, He Went Mad with Regret

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.