And what was my poor daughter to him?!
“Diana, why are you crying?”
I didn’t even notice when Anthony returned. He sat beside me, holding my hand, his face full of concern.
“Diana, I know you’re still grieving for Cherry. I’m her father—my pain is no less than yours. If I could, I’d trade my life for hers."
“But we have to move forward. You haven’t been eating these past few days. You’ve lost so much weight—do you want me to worry myself sick? I’ll go to the mall now and get you some supplements.”
If I hadn’t just heard what I heard, I might have been moved to tears.
But behind those tender words was the hell he had prepared for me.
“Hubby... I don’t want to be alone. Please, don’t go.”
Anthony hesitated for only a second before smiling helplessly. “Diana, be good. I’m doing this for your own good. Only if you recover can we have another baby in the future, hmm?”
He pried my hands off his arm, turned, and walked away without looking back.
The very next moment, several men in black masks strode in with iron rods glinting in their hands, wearing twisted grins with malice.
One of them kicked my phone away before I could dial for help.
My arms and legs were pinned down.