Anna was about to continue when Monica interrupted impatiently. Her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with deep-seated disgust.
“I don’t want to hear that name. Eden and I are getting married soon and only then will we be a family. Even if those irrelevant outsiders died outside, it has nothing to do with me!”
Such harsh words would have devastated me in the past. But now, I had no time to think about anything else.
I simply stared intently at the relic beads on Eden’s neck, letting the tears roll down my cheeks. Father and daughter were connected by heart. I sensed something was amiss the moment Eden walked in.
Now, I finally saw it clearly. That wasn’t a relic bead around his neck. It was a bone bead! It was my… my beloved child’s!
I floated in front of Monica and wanted to tell her loudly. I wanted to tell her it was Eden who killed me. Tell her the beads around Eden’s neck were her deceased flesh and blood.
It was the one I had longed for, the one she carried for eight months; burned alive before she even knew anything!