It had always been so confusing why Luna went to the hospital for no reason in the past.
Unexpectedly, Rachel murdered our own daughter!
Looking at the three urns in front of me, I desperately felt my eyes were dry as desert.
The successive blows made me almost lose my soul, and I didn't even know how I walked out of the house.
It was not until the hospital staff asked about my relationship with Luna that I finally came back to my senses.
I murmured, "I'm her father."
The same question was asked three times.
When they asked the last question, the staff looked at me with pity and sympathy.
Within one day, my daughter, along with my parents, died one after another.
They dare not to imagine the agony I was going through.
After completing the procedures of death certificates, I was devastated and prepared to go home.
Passing by the restaurant, I saw a huge billboard written with congratulations to Rachel Roberts and Raymond Bennett's son, Cole.
I stood there, stunned.
While she killed our daughter and refused to save my parents, Rachel booked the biggest hotel to celebrate that she and Raymond had stolen Luna's bright future for their son.