“If you don’t tell me where Grace is, I’ll make you kill these orphans with your own hands.”
Unable to bear it, Ms. Anderson roared,
“I already told you, Grace is dead!”
Daniel spoke coldly,
“Seems you won’t cry until you see the coffin.”
Two bodyguards forced her hands, making her stab an orphan. Ms. Anderson struggled desperately but could not stop it. She fainted from the shock, only to be revived by a splash of water.
Around us, children cried out in terror,
“Mother Anderson, we’re scared!”
Hearing their voices, Daniel muttered,
“I almost forgot about that brat.”
I spread my arms instinctively to shield Lily, but a bodyguard passed through me and dragged her before him. Daniel pinched her chin, scrutinizing her face, then wiped his hands in disgust.
My daughter sobbed,
“Mother Anderson, where are you? I’m scared!”
Ms. Anderson crawled over and shouted,
“What else do you want? She’s your own daughter—why won’t you spare her?”
Daniel’s face twisted,
“Who told you that brat is mine?
Who knows which client Grace was fooling around with when she mixed drinks and got pregnant?
I never touched her.”
Ms. Anderson cursed furiously,
“That’s bullshit! I grew up with her—I know her better than anyone.