My father was furious. He took off his rubber gloves and sternly said, "Her? That sinner? Does she even deserve to celebrate her birthday? She must have entered society now and has aborted several abortions for others! This kind of person deserves to die, and I won't allow you to mention that sinner in front of me!"
My father's words were like knives stabbing my heart.
It hurt so much.
Dad, I had always been your daughter.
Why did you insult and berate me like this?
It wasn't my fault when Mom passed away all those years ago.
I had repented, truly repented for a long time, Dad.
"Neil, it's been so many years already. Ann has suffered enough without a mother." Aunt Yvonne couldn't hold her words any longer.
"If it wasn't for her causing Yara's death, how could I be left without a wife? How could she be left without a mother? This sinner, she should never have been born into this world. Her birth was a mistake from the very beginning! She deserves to die, she deserves to die! Yvonne, remember this, she killed your sister-in-law! Don't mention that damned bastard again!"
Dad's face turned red, his neck swollen, as he inadvertently pointed at the body bag.