Isabella timidly huddled into his arms and whispered, "Brother Alexander, the photo is so scary. I'm scared...and the baby is scared too."
The man who had a calm expression just now suddenly became cold and hard.
He picked up his daughter's photo and showed a cruel expression.
I hurriedly shook my head and begged frantically:
"don't want--"
"Alexander, this is my daughter's only ..."
Before he could finish his words, he tore the portrait in half.
Looking at the incomplete photo of my daughter, my heart felt like it was cut in two.
Tears flowed unconsciously from the corners of my eyes: I looked at him fiercely: "Alexander, one day you will regret it, I'm waiting!"
The man sneered, "It's just a photo, I won't regret it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Isabella behind him covered her stomach and screamed:
"ah--"
"What is this? It feels so yin that the fetus in my belly can't even breathe."
When I saw it was my daughter's urn, I rushed forward to grab it, but was pushed to the ground by Alexander.
When the man opened it and saw that it was ashes, he immediately scolded me:
"Sophia, did you do this on purpose?
"They made these disgusting things to scare Isabella and make her have a miscarriage!"
"Why didn't I realize before that you are so vicious!"
I bit my lips tightly, trying to suppress the hatred in my heart:
"Alexander, if you return my things to me, I will move out of the house and never bother you again."
Alexander frowned, "What do you mean by that? What do you mean by moving out?"
