My Husband Trapped Our Son in a Carousel, I Died and Became the Ruthless King of Hell

"How does it feel to lose a son and be misunderstood? All it took was making Amanda sick to get rid of you and your son. Not a bad deal at all," she sneered.

"I didn't expect your son to be so easy to deal with. I thought a child with two color eyes would be very clever."

She continued, "That day, he didn't want to go to the amusement park. He planned to stay home and keep you, the neglected mother, company. But I told him if he didn't go, I'd make Amanda cry to Dexter. Then Dexter would definitely scold you. The little bastard was so worried you'd be sad, he immediately followed me."

I looked up in disbelief, my eyes bloodshot and in my mind, I could see Leslie tried to please Emma humbly for my sake.

She relished my pain, patted my face and mocked, "Before putting him in the rocking horse, I lied to him, saying I'd help you speak well of him in front of Dexter. He immediately gave up struggling and, when his face was covered, he even spoke in a soft, obedient voice, saying, 'Aunt Emma, you must praise mom in front of dad, mom always cries secretly at night.'"

"Hahaha, he is just like you, a fool," she laughed.

Every word seemed to stab at my heart, it caused my limbs to tremble uncontrollably.

I opened my mouth and bit her shoulder hard.

"Ah!" She screamed and pushed me away, ran into Dexter's arms, cried and made him feel sorry for her in front of the livestream.

Dexter said, "Leslie, did you see? Your mom is such a malicious woman. If you come over obediently, you'll still be my good son. As for this woman, better off without her."

My tears had already dried up and I hoarsely said, "Dexter, don't ... I'll say it one last time, put down the Soul Gathering Stone, or you'll regret it. I will definitely send you all to the eighteen layers of hell."

"Huh, do you really think you're King of Hell? Just stay here. When Leslie comes back, we'll let you out." He followed the instructions from the livestream room, poured dog blood on the Soul Gathering Stone, threw it into the fire pit and walked away with Emma.

The Soul Gathering Stone immediately lost its effect and turned into an ordinary stone. In that instant, my heart fell.

Thunder rumbled above Nelson's residence and evil energy gathered in the air.

I screamed Leslie's name in despair, picked up a broken piece of porcelain and without hesitation, slit my throat.

***

Dexter carried Emma to Leslie's bedroom and spent the night with her.

He was deliberately tried to disgust me, to break my pride, waited for me to beg for mercy.

But the next day, he didn't hear from the butler that I was willing to apologize and the thunder was still unusually loud, continuously rumbled.

Felt a little frustrated, he pushed Emma aside and opened the livestream homepage.

After watching for a while, he sneered, "These people actually think Victoria wants to commit suicide? Impossible. She wouldn't bear to leave Leslie."

One of the bodyguards finally couldn't resist his guilty conscience and fell to his knees, trembled while said, "Mr. Nelson ... The boy ... he's already dead."