Who Is Her Victim

What a good man.

So devoted to his family.

Back then, that was exactly what I had liked about him. He was filial. He treated his family well.

I never imagined that same quality would become the blade pointed at me.

He had never once seen my son and me as his real family.

In his heart, only his own blood relatives mattered.

Even Lana mattered more than his biological son.

I turned to go downstairs, but my sister-in-law, Ariel Whittaker, rushed over and shouldered past me.

She threw herself toward Lana and wrapped her arms around her, furious.

“What gives you the right to hit my daughter? I can’t even bear to hit her myself. Who do you think you are?”

I was shaking with rage.

“Why don’t you ask what your daughter did?

“Your son died, and now you’re blaming my daughter? If you want to blame someone, blame your son for being unlucky!”

I hated them so much.

But right now, all I could think about was the baby who had just fallen from upstairs.

Who was he?

How had he ended up in Nancy’s house?

“Ariel, you have a child too. If the one who died today had been your child, would you still be able to say that?”

Ariel’s pupils shrank. She pointed at me and cursed, “You shameless lunatic. Your son died, so now you’re cursing my family, aren’t you? If you ask me, your son deserved to die! Good riddance!”

I grabbed my phone with its shattered screen and headed straight downstairs.

Nancy shouted anxiously, “Stop her! She’s going to call the police!”

Ariel sneered. “So what if she does? Lana won’t go to prison anyway.”

“Are you stupid? If she calls the police and sues us, we’ll have to pay compensation!”

Ariel suddenly understood, and the disgust on her face deepened.

“David, look at the wife you married. Her own son is dead, and she still has the energy to scheme against us!”

David chased after me, his face dark with anger.

But I had already sent a text to my parents, telling them to call the police.

He lunged forward to snatch my phone. When he saw the message I had sent, he was so furious that he slapped me across the face.

“I told you this is a family matter. Why do you insist on calling the police?”

“My brother’s family isn’t well-off to begin with. Are you trying to extort them? How did I never realize you were this vicious?”

I clutched my chest and let out a hopeless laugh.

Yes, I was vicious.

I hated them so much I wished their whole family would die.

Without saying a word, I kept walking downstairs.

I needed to know who that baby was.

A vague answer had already formed in my heart.

But I didn’t dare believe it.