Janet couldn't help but interject at this time, speaking sarcastically to me, "Cynthia, I know you've always been unhappy with Matthew's interactions with me, but Amelia is innocent. No matter how unhappy you are, you can't vent on your daughter. Amelia is still a child. How could you bear to do it! With your malicious nature, you're really unqualified to be a mother!"
Matthew and Janet echoed each other, turning the tables on me as if they were Amelia's biological parents and I was a malicious stepmother.
I felt nauseous. If I faced them any longer, I would really vomit.
Feeling extremely suffocated, I didn't want to stay a second longer and picked up my luggage to leave.
"You killed my daughter and want to leave?"
Matthew stopped me and slapped me fiercely.
Already severely injured and not yet recovered, I was instantly knocked to the ground.
At this moment, the pain in my body got worse, but it was far less than the pain in my heart.
For me, the pain from the torn wounds on my body is far less than the pain in my heart.
I remember when I first fell in love with Matthew.
He saw a hashtag online about domestic violence and was very angry. He said that only beasts would hit women, and he would never hit a woman in his life. He would only pamper the woman he loved.
But it turned out that the woman he pampered was Janet.
He was merciless when he hit me.
Seeing me lying weakly on the ground, Matthew showed no mercy and continued to say nastily, "Cynthia, don't pretend to be pitiful here. It's just a slap. Are you making such a fuss about lying on the ground pretending to be dead? Stand up right now!"
Even if he had the slightest concern for me, he should have seen that my face was pale, my body was weak, and I was trembling when walking, obviously severely injured. But he hadn't.
I wanted to speak, but my throat was blocked by blood, and I couldn't speak at all.
I could only show Matthew a very tragic smile.
I wanted to be strong!
But my tears still flowed uncontrollably.
The trauma of body and soul almost took my life. I was already extremely weak, and on the brink of death.
Matthew looked down at me coldly and said mercilessly, "Your crying is useless. Do you think I will let you go by pretending to be pitiful? Even animals don't eat their cubs, but you directly killed my daughter because of your petty jealousy. You have cut off my blood. I won't let you go!"