My eyes were bloodshot from the beating, and my vision was blurry.
When Chelsea ridiculed me, I could only let out muffled sobs, unable to form a complete sentence.
"Are you so agitated because you feel guilty about your husband deep down? If that's the case, then this child can't be kept!"
She glanced at the urn, remaining silent for a long time, as if she had come up with a brilliant idea.
Sure enough, Chelsea clapped her hands and stood up, giving a contemptuous order.
"Scatter the ashes and smash the urn!"
"No!"
The room was filled with my cries for help and pleas to stop.
But it turned out that I was still at a disadvantage, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't escape Sarah King's control.
I never thought that, as the richest person in Rossie City, there would come a day when I would be trampled and abused by my future daughter-in-law!
When I saw the urn shatter, it felt like my heart cracked along with it.
Chelsea and her friends were elated, even praising her.