Morgan thought of how his wife had been acting lately, annoyance flashing in his eyes. “Forget it. Let her go. Don’t bother with her anymore.”
Then, with Violet in his arms, he turned and went back to their room.
Luna searched through the trash bin alone. Shards of broken porcelain cut into her hand, but she didn’t care.
Then, suddenly, Violet appeared in front of her, wearing that same cruel smirk. Without a word, she threw a handful of torn paper onto the ground, the shredded pieces of Luna’s ultrasound photo.
Luna immediately tried to pick them up, but Violet stepped hard on her hand. Pain shot through her fingers, yet she still didn’t fight back.
Violet leaned down with a cold smile, whispering like a devil, “You still care about that little brat, huh? Do you even know how she died?”
Luna looked up in shock. Something she had overheard before suddenly came back to her and a terrible thought came to her mind.
Violet sneered coldly and said word by word, “August twenty-third. That morning, you drank a bowl of chicken soup. Someone added a heavy dose of abortion medicine inside it.”
“Guess who did it?”
“Your loving husband, of course. Haha! I only mentioned that your pregnancy dates didn’t match and he believed me. Then he killed your baby with his own hands.”
“And that time when you weren’t feeling well? You were actually pregnant, Luna, but he paid that doctor to lie to you. Then he secretly gave you sleeping pills so the doctor could take the baby away without you even knowing.”
“How stupid of you, Luna. Morgan and I have been playing with you all along.”
Luna felt like her head was going to explode. She held her head in pain, unable to believe any of this was real.
But Violet laughed coldly. “Someone like you doesn’t deserve Morgan and you’ll never beat me. If you’re smart, you’ll leave quietly. Otherwise, you might lose that worthless little thing in your belly, too.”
After saying that, she turned and walked back inside.
Morgan had just finished calming Ian down. When he remembered that his wife was still outside, he went out to look for her.
But as soon as he opened the door, he saw her standing there, her hair messy, her eyes full of pain.
“Morgan, how did Yasmine really die?”