The next day, he drove to the orphanage. Seeing the director, he asked,
“Where is Grace?”
Ms. Anderson clenched her fists and replied coldly,
“How dare you even ask where she is?”
“She already…”
Daniel cut her off with a wave of his hand, his voice cold:
“What, you’re going to tell me again that she’s dead? Another one of those lies?”
Daniel didn’t know I really was dead.
Six years ago,
I was accused of causing Sophia’s allergic reaction. Daniel ordered his bodyguards to break my leg and force-fed me an enormous amount of whiskey, triggering a severe asthma attack.
The doctor had called Daniel, but Sophia hung up the phone.
I never even made it to surgery before I passed away.
Ms. Anderson came, and knowing my final wish, she signed the consent form for a C-section,
allowing Lily to be born safely.
Later, afraid Daniel would discover the truth, Sophia had my body stolen from the hospital.
She brought in several men with sick fetishes for corpses. I tried desperately to block them, but I could only pass through their bodies, watching helplessly as they defiled mine one last time.
After they were done, Sophia poured acid over my face.