After three days of rescue, I survived, but the child was gone.
I collapsed and cried, immersed in the pain of losing my child, but Bruce rushed into the ward and slapped me hard in the face.
"Carol told me that you asked her out and then had someone kidnap her.
"You had the nerve to slander Carol before. You deserve this now."
The slap made my whole body tremble, and the unhealed wounds were torn apart, causing me to wail in pain.
I felt disappointed. It was his child. How could he say such cruel words?
I clenched my fists and screamed with bloodshot eyes, "Bruce, are you stupid? If I hired those kidnappers, would I let myself be hurt like this?"
Bruce was stunned for a while, then smiled with contempt.
"Who knows if you got involved in this to get rid of suspicion? You ended up hurting yourself like this.
"But no matter what, Carol is innocent. I have told you many times that I only treat Carol as my sister, but you always cause trouble for her, and now you have killed our child.
"Flora, can you stop messing around?"
I thought Bruce was stupid.
He said he treated Carol as his sister, but he brought her back to our house.