The Mistress Left My Daughter In The Car And Let Her Die Of Heat

Because my husband wasn’t around, she dropped even the pretense of weakness, instead sporting a sinister smile. “Camilla, Howell and I have actually been in a relationship for a long time. You don’t think I’m a mistress, do you?”

“You admitted it yourself, not me.” On the day of my daughter’s burial, I didn’t want to get into a fight. Rowena provoked me directly, but I wasn’t about to let her go.

My gentle, neither soft nor harsh taunting remark, completely broke Rowena’s defenses. “You’re the mistress. Only women who aren’t loved by men are mistresses. Howell loves me to the core, yet he won’t even look at you all year. Therefore, you’re the shameless mistress.”Rowena roared and reached out to grab my daughter’s ashes. I struggled to wrest it back. “Rowena, let me go. If this leads to serious consequences, I will kill you.”

“I came from a poor, remote mountain village. I’ve seen all sorts of evil. You can’t scare me.”

As we scrambled for the urn, Howell approached from afar.

A strange smile appeared on Rowena’s face. Suddenly, she let go, sat on the ground and cried miserably.

“Camilla, I’ve already apologized for Skye. I didn’t kill her. Why won’t you forgive me? You even pushed me to the ground. Will you only be satisfied if I die? If so, I’d rather die right here in front of you.”

When he heard this, my husband rushed over and gritted his teeth.

He didn’t even give me a chance to explain. He raised his hand and slapped me. The slap was truly brutal.

At that moment, countless stars flashed before my eyes. “Camilla, you’re not done yet, are you? I was there when Skye got into trouble. Skye’s death isn’t Rowena’s fault, nor is it anyone else’s. It was just her own bad luck.”

“How many people are trapped in cars in Akso every day? Why didn’t others die, but Skye? Can’t you look for the reason in Skye?”

My husband and I had an only daughter who died.

Not only did my husband not investigate the truth, but he placed all the blame on his daughter. What kind of man did I fall for back then?

Howell unexpectedly spotted the urn in my hand. “You were fighting with Rowena for this thing just now, weren’t you? Why do you always fight with her?”

My husband reached out to grab the urn from my arms. He was much stronger than me. With just one move, he snatched our daughter’s urn from me.

The next moment, my husband slammed the urn containing our daughter to the ground. The small urn shattered instantly.