My Wife Locked Our Daughter In The Car To Go On A Date With Her First Love

Laila seemed annoyed, probably because I had grabbed her too tightly.

"What crystal box? I didn't see it."

Impossible, no one had ever entered this house except them.

I searched frantically everywhere, and Laila followed behind me, incessantly talking.

"Victor, what do you want?

"I just didn't take Taliah to the amusement park, did she complain to you? I can take her there this weekend, no big deal.

"We have guests at home now, can you please stop being crazy?"

In her heart, maintaining appearances was the most important thing.

Seeing that I ignored her, she frowned and suppressed her anger as she said, "Stop making a fuss. There's nothing between Yael and me. He is taking care of his child alone without any help, so of course, I have to help him.

"You can definitely understand me, right? Now you go out with Taliah to play for a while, and I'll come find you once they leave, okay?"

I shook her hand off and rubbed the area she had touched vigorously.

Unable to find Taliah's urn, my heart grew increasingly restless.

Until I pushed open the bathroom door, the sight before me tore me apart.

Dylan was holding the urn, pouring the ashes into the toilet with a clattering sound.

He smirked and stuck his tongue out at me.

"You wanted this box, didn't you? Well, I won't give it to you, because you kicked me!"

I wanted to rush forward and snatch the box away, but Laila tightly wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, restraining me.

"Dylan is just a little naughty. Why are you, an adult, angry with him?"

"Let go of me, Laila, don't force me to beat you!"

Laila held on tightly, her expression growing uglier by the moment.

"Victor, don't push it too far!"

"I've already explained it to you in a humble manner, can you stop being unreasonable like a woman?"

Seeing Laila blocking me, Dylan became even bolder.

He threw the urn into the toilet and pressed the flush button.

"No!"

My mind exploded instantly and I was completely stunned.

Seeing Taliah's lifeless, pale body before had already caused unbearable pain.

Now, watching her ashes being thrown into the toilet and flushed away by this devilish child, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.

I felt overwhelming hatred!

After a moment of shock, I used all my strength to break free from Laila's grip. Stumbling, I ran forward and leaned over the toilet.

There was only the urn lying in the toilet, and Taliah's ashes disappeared in the blink of an eye along with the flow of water.

My Taliah. Every last bit of her presence in this world slipped away from me.

It was my fault, I was wrong. I shouldn't have left her alone at home.

Overwhelming guilt and pain crushed me, making it hard for me to breathe.

Tears blurred my vision, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see Taliah's final appearance clearly.

Yael stepped forward and pulled Dylan back. With a mocking look on his face, he said, "Victor, if someone didn't know any better, they would think your parents had died with how miserably you're crying. What kind of a sad drama is this?

"Even if you can't stand the fact that I have a son, there's no need to go this far, right?"

Consumed by anger and resentment, I stood up abruptly, grabbing his hair and forcefully pressing him down onto the toilet.

"Pay for Taliah's life! You murderer!"

In desperation, Laila picked up a decorative vase in the room and smashed it hard on my head.

Everything spun around me, and I fell to the ground.

"Victor, we're getting a divorce!"

"Taliah belongs to me. You are too frightening! I can't let Taliah follow you and learn bad behaviors. She's already full of lies and lacks manners or care for others!"

I watched her red lips move, regret and pain mixing together, and I laughed in anger.

"Laila!

"Taliah won't go with you!"

Her eyebrows furrowed, eyes glaring at me with anger.

"Why? I carried her for ten months and gave birth to her. I will always be her mother!"

She now remembered that she was Taliah's mother, but in all these years, she had never fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother.

When Taliah was just born, Laila found her cries disturbing and wanted to rest, so I took Taliah to sleep in the guest room.

Taliah cried loudly from hunger, but Laila refused to breastfeed to maintain her figure. So, in the middle of the night, I rushed out to buy formula milk.

During every stage of Taliah's growth, she always tried to stay away as much as possible. It was me who raised my little girl with all my heart and soul.

"Laila, Taliah won't bother you anymore.

"She won't go with you, and she doesn't need your love anymore."

My heart felt like it was pierced by thousands of silver needles. The pain was unbearable and my voice began to tremble unconsciously.

"Laila, Taliah is dead."