"Airish's child is one of the the Riders Family's genealogy. Whether you agree or not, it can't change the facts. Go back and reflect on it."
At this moment, I had nothing to say, but after all, considering the child's innocent life, I whispered, "It's easy for a young child to suffocate if he wears a red rope."
Airish opened the child's neck and found that it was all red. Her face was immediately ashamed. Meanwhile, Noah told me not to mind, "Airish is just worried about the child, not targeting you on purpose."
My mother said impatiently, "Why don't you say it earlier if you knew it? Are you deliberately playing misery? Besides, if you were not unlucky enough to kill the child, would your sister sacrifice for you and let you raise the child? You should thank her anyway!"
Everyone stood on Airish's side and attacked me for her. My eyes were blurred by tears. I went upstairs without saying a word and threw the printed divorce agreement into the shredder. No divorce.
They didn't love me or believe me. I would completely disappear from their lives. I didn't want them anymore. I sat in the guest room for a long time, listening to the laughter and joy below and gradually fell asleep.