The dull sound penetrated my heart and my eyes went dark. I couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.
I woke up in the hospital again.
There was a stabbing pain on my head, I subconsciously raised my hand and touched the thick gauze.
"Don't touch it. You just got a few stitches. It's easy to get infected." Tristan stood condescendingly beside the bed. His voice was cold. There was Linda behind him with tears in her eyes.
She took the lead and took my hand, as if she had completely changed.
"Airish, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you impulsively. Please understand my feeling as a mother. Once the ritual begins, it can't end. You have to give me her photos and hair."
She didn't give up!
I took a deep breath and pushed her away, "Impossible, unless I die, whoever dares to touch my daughter's, I will fight her to the death!"
Without using any force, Linda still fell to the ground out of control. She was held firmly by Tristan's waist.
He looked at me with a stern look, "Airish, don't go too far. Linda has already begged you so much, what else do you want?"
In his eyes, Linda didn't even apologize, but just said "please", so I had to agree to any conditions.