"Hey, you've always wanted to take down Alexander, right? I can help you, but you have to agree to one condition."
After hanging up the phone, I took a taxi back to the villa holding my daughter's ashes.
When I opened the door, I found that my daughter's favorite swing had been torn into pieces and thrown aside.
Instead, there is an oversized rotating windmill.
My heart ached suddenly and I clenched the death certificate in my hand tightly.
Suddenly, I recalled the day of my daughter's Christening ceremony, when Alexander excitedly spent three days and three nights building this double swing, and said that he would be responsible for pushing the two of us from behind.
But now,
It has finally changed...
I didn't dare to look any further and hurried to my daughter's room, picked up a few of her favorite toys and put them in the brazier.
I pray that they can make my daughter happy, after all, it was too painful to be alive...
Just as I was burning the last piece, Isabella pushed the door open and kicked over the brazier on the ground.
Then she looked at her daughter's portrait, her face full of pride: