I bent over and watched my tears fall on the wooden floor. I was grateful, grateful to the Howell Family for raising me for more than 20 years.
But there was no way I could forgive Jordon, the executioner who killed my child.
As I returned to the room, Jordon was already waiting in the room. When he saw me, he looked sarcastic.
“What? Are you so impatient to come back and complain to Grandpa? Diana, do you really think that if you appease my grandfather and sister, I will take care of you and live a good life?”
The moment I saw Jordon, the hatred in my heart engulfed me like a tide. I wanted to kill him immediately and send him to hell!
But at the same time, the soft and tender voices of two children rang in my ears again.
“Mom, I like Dad so much. He is the most handsome father in our kindergarten.”
“Mom, we miss Dad so much. Will he come back to accompany us today?”
“We love our mother first in the world and our father second.”
“Mom, please don’t quarrel with Dad because of us. It's because we are naughty and disobedient," were the last words they said to me before they lost consciousness when I rushed into the school to rescue the children.