“Diana, are you awake? Don't worry, we have already dealt with the police. We will definitely not let those beasts go this time.”
I stared at the ceiling with empty eyes as I pleaded, “Please, let me go, I have nothing left..."
In fact, I knew in my heart that those beasts in the education school were guilty, but in the final analysis, it was Jordon who sent his two daughters to that hell.
The culprit was not those beasts, but the child’s biological father, Jordon.
My sister-in-law's shoulders froze and then she spoke softly as if she had made up her mind, “Okay, I'll go tell Grandpa.”
Watching my sister-in-law leaving, I finally could not hold back my tears anymore, as if I wanted to cry out all the grievances I had suffered over the years.
I came to the Howell Family when I was eight years old. That year, Jordon was the same age as me.
Mr. Howell and my grandfather were comrades-in-arms, bound by a lifelong friendship after my grandfather saved his life on the battlefield.
After my parents passed away in separate accidents, my grandfather raised me. But when I was eight, he, too, passed away.
Left alone, I was taken in by Mr. Howell and brought into the Howell Family.
I had to say that over the years, Mr. Howell and my sister-in-law have treated me very well. They truly treated me as a family member and a member of the Howell Family.
So, in the seven years since we got married, no matter how much of a jerk Jordon was, I stayed at home peacefully, gave birth to children for him and took care of the housework for him.
I originally thought that even if I was not loved, my life would be meaningful as long as I was taking care of my two precious daughters.
But then, I had nothing.
I did not know how long it was before my sister-in-law walked into my room again.
“Grandpa asked you to pass.”
When I walked into the old man's room, he was sitting on a wooden chair beside the bed, looking at me with eyes full of heartache.
“Diana, you are a good girl. I heard from your sister that you have been wronged over the years.
“The child will be cremated tomorrow. You can leave if you want after that. That brat is not worthy of you. You should not let him keep you from doing this any longer.”
I said nothing and bowed deeply to the old man.
I bent over and watched my tears fall on the wooden floor. I was grateful, grateful to the Howell Family for raising me for more than 20 years.