Hearing the accusation in her tone, Wendel ran his finger through his hair, letting out a weary sigh before finally admitting the truth.
"I've always loved Esther," he confessed. "She's fragile and can't have children. So I thought—" He hesitated, then met her gaze. "I thought I could take your child instead."
Iris refused with everything she had, but Stella locked her up in the house. She could only watch helplessly as her own flesh and blood was taken away.
The mere thought of losing her child filled her with a burning hatred. She wanted nothing more than to rip Esther’s face apart.
Seeing the look on Iris’ face, Esther trembled all over.
"Brother, Iris's expression is so scary. Did I do something wrong? I'll apologize, okay? I’ll apologize!"
With that, she raised her hand and slapped herself repeatedly, crying out, "It’s all my fault! I’m the one to blame! I should just die! If I die, everyone will be happy!"
Wendel panicked. He rushed over to stop her. "Esther, what are you doing? Who told you to die? Who can’t accept you?"
Esther said nothing. She just kept crying.
Before Iris could even defend herself, Wendel suddenly shoved her hard.