"Tsk tsk, just look at you now—your son is dead, and you’re hobbling around on one leg. If I were you, I’d have ended it already. What’s the point of living?"
She bent down, whispering cruelly into my ear. "Even though you married Samuel and had his child, so what? He still suffocated your son to death for me and my baby, making sure you could never have another."
My breath hitched.
Xandra held up her phone, tilting the screen toward me. "I even recorded it for you. Want to see how your baby’s little face turned from red to purple? It’s quite a sight."
My entire body trembled violently.
I stared at the screen as my child... my baby... struggled for breath.
And then, slowly, he stopped moving.
I felt like I was suffocating too.
How could she describe murdering a child so casually, as if it were nothing?
Fury erupted within me.
I raised my hand high, ready to strike her—but before I could, Xandra suddenly pulled out a knife and slashed it across her own chest.
Bright red blood soaked through her blouse.
She shrieked in agony, the knife clattering to the ground.
In the next second, a force slammed into me, knocking me to the ground.
Samuel cradled Xandra protectively in his arms.
His furious voice rang out, searing through the air, "Lydia, are you insane?!"
I opened my mouth to explain, but before I could speak, Xandra burst into pitiful sobs. "Sam, I was just afraid that Apollo would go hungry, so I came to explain things to Lydia. But she said I was trying to steal her child... She threatened to cut off my chest so I could never breastfeed again."
She trembled, burying herself deeper in his embrace. "I was only thinking about the baby! How could she do this to me?!"
Samuel’s face darkened as he glared at me. "You were the one who fell down the stairs and broke your leg that’s why things turned out this way. Why are you taking it out on Xandra?"
"You’re not a good mother. You took medication and couldn’t breastfeed your child. Xandra was kind enough to help, so what right do you have to lash out at her? Just because you don’t care about your child, does that mean no one else is allowed to?"
'I’m not a good mother? I don’t care about my child?'
Tears streamed down my face as I roared at him in fury, "I’m not a good mother?! Then what about you?! Do you dare to tell me why I fell down the stairs? Where is my child? And what exactly was in that medication I took?!"