"Oh, by the way, did you know? Your daughter didn't even close her eyes before she died. Brother Alexander wanted to go and see her, but I pretended to have a stomachache, so he had the body carried out and thrown away!"
"Isn't that funny?"
As she spoke, Isabella clapped her hands and cheered.
I felt a sharp pain all over my internal organs, my eyes turned bloodshot, and I grabbed Isabella's hair like a madman and banged my head against the wall.
One after another, without mercy.
Isabella's face was covered in blood.
But she didn't care at all, smiling provocatively:
"You don't think you can avenge your daughter like this, do you? It's too early for me to tell you. This is just the beginning."
As she said that, Isabella pulled out a Voodoo doll full of needles from her pocket and threw it into the brazier.
Then he immediately knelt down in front of me, as if he had suffered a lot of injustice:
"Sister Sophia, I was wrong. Please don't curse the baby in my belly like this. He is innocent..."
Before I could react, I realized what she meant.
The next second, I was kicked out violently, my head hit the edge of the bed, and blood flowed down my forehead.
Alexander gently held Isabella in his arms. Her eyes were red, and she looked like she was going to faint in the next second.
"Sophia, it's okay for you to hurt me, but how could you be so vicious as to place such a curse on the baby in my belly!"
Before I could say anything, Alexander threw the Voodoo doll at my face.
"Sophia, how dare you!"
Only then did I notice that the Voodoo doll had Isabella's Birth chart and a portrait of a baby written on it.
I couldn't help but sneer.
What a crude frame-up, but he sentenced me to death without even asking any questions.
Seeing me like this, Alexander wanted to step forward and teach me a lesson, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed his daughter's remains and the toys left in the brazier, and he immediately became furious.
"What do you mean? You washed your daughter's photo white just to be jealous. Sophia, are you still qualified to be a mother?"
When I mentioned my daughter, I looked at him angrily with red eyes:
"Alexander, you are not allowed to mention my daughter, you murderer!"
Seeing my grief and anger, Alexander hesitated for a moment and was about to say something.