Because he knew better than anyone how much his daughter was looking forward to her father taking her to the zoo today.

But who would have thought that she would be thrown into the snake house...

Alexander hesitated for a moment, and just as he was about to raise his feet to go in with me, Isabella in his arms fell to the side, holding her stomach.

"Sophia, you knew that I was kidnapped by your people two days ago and had a miscarriage. Brother Alexander finally had time to accompany me today, but you deliberately lied and said that the child was bitten by a poisonous snake. Aren't you just trying to make him relent and come back to accompany you?"

Hearing this, Alexander's expression suddenly changed, and he pushed me away angrily:

"Sophia, have you had enough? Now, in order to win favor, you even dare to spread rumors about your daughter's life. I think you are really crazy!"

"I'm warning you, if I hear you cursing my daughter again, don't blame me for being rude!"

After saying that, he turned around and left with Isabella without hesitation.

I stumbled to my feet and ran into the museum, only to see that my daughter was having difficulty breathing and her arms were dark black.

I frantically asked for help, but the zoo staff said that the door could not be opened without Alexander's order.

I suppressed my grief and called Alexander desperately, but he hung up.

Seeing my daughter's increasingly weak breathing, I lost my mind and banged my body against the glass door. I don't know how long it took before it finally cracked.

In an instant, all the glass shards scratched my skin, but I didn't care about the pain, picked up my daughter's body and rushed out.

She seemed to sense my approach and spoke intermittently, with blood flowing out.

"Mom, it hurts..."

"This... this is for... for dad..."

I looked down at the painting in my daughter's hand that had been pinched to the point of being deformed. There was a clear portrait of a man on it.

My heart ached so much that it almost exploded. I bit my lips hard to barely calm myself down.

I hugged her weak body tightly, wiped away my tears, and said softly:

"Emily, don't be afraid, mommy will take you to the hospital now!"

After saying that, I rushed to the hospital, stopped a car and rushed to the hospital.

But when I ran to the emergency room for help, the doctor looked at the child's wound and shook his head at me: