Sophia stood weakly, pretending to collapse into Daniel’s arms. She whispered,
“Mr. Harris, maybe Ms. Miller just doesn’t want to see me.
Why don’t we leave? I can’t bear to see so many children die because of her…
Even though I truly want to stay by your side forever.”
Daniel gently wiped away her tears.
“You really are kindhearted. Don’t worry—Grace’s liver will be yours.”
Then he motioned for his bodyguards to seize the orphans one by one, dragging them out of their rooms. Dusting his sleeves, he said to Ms. Anderson,
“I’ll give you ten more minutes to reach Grace.
If she doesn’t show up, you know what will happen to these six children.”
Ms. Anderson threw my death certificate at him, her voice panicked,
“What more do you want? I already told you, Grace is dead.
Why can’t you understand plain words?
You can check this certificate yourself if you don’t believe me.”
I stood in front of the children, but Daniel’s men passed right through me, dragging the orphans out one by one. Cries of agony filled the orphanage as their limbs were broken.
Their blood stained my vision red. I tried to grab a shovel to fight Daniel, but my hands passed through it again and again.
Sophia watched, her eyes brimming with triumph, pretending to faint into Daniel’s embrace.
He quickly caught her, speaking softly—
“Sophia, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?”
Sophia nodded weakly.
“Mr. Harris, I feel like my illness is getting worse.
Grace refuses to come save me—is she still resentful about what happened back then?”
Daniel kissed her forehead gently and said,
“What’s there for her to resent? She’s the one who caused your allergy.
Letting her drink all that whiskey was already merciful.
Don’t worry, I’ll save you.”
But in his eyes flashed a cold ruthlessness. A chill ran through me, and I shouted, “Daniel, what are you planning?”
He couldn’t hear me. His bodyguards dragged Ms. Anderson before him. Daniel’s voice was icy:
“If you don’t tell me where Grace is, I’ll make you kill these orphans with your own hands.”
Unable to bear it, Ms. Anderson roared,
“I already told you, Grace is dead!”
Daniel spoke coldly,
“Seems you won’t cry until you see the coffin.”
Two bodyguards forced her hands, making her stab an orphan. Ms. Anderson struggled desperately but could not stop it. She fainted from the shock, only to be revived by a splash of water.
Around us, children cried out in terror,