I went downstairs with the amulet. The living room was brightly lit and I could faintly hear child's laughter. My heart skipped a beat and I ran downstairs quickly. I saw Emma's son Damian standing on the table in the living room, jumping around. His eyes turned to the box where I had placed my child's remains and he reached out to open it.

"Don't touch it!" I rushed over and slapped his hand away.

The loud slapping sound echoed in the living room. The back of Damian's hand immediately turned red. He was stunned for a moment and then started to cry loudly with his mouth wide open. Cody stood up and pushed me away, "What are you doing!"

I hugged the box tightly, looked up and glared at him, "Who told you to touch my things!"

Cody said, "It's just a box. Why so serious."

Damian was still crying and yelling for the box. Cody reached out to grab it, but I held the box tightly and lowered my head to bite the back of his hand hard.

"Ah!" He gasped. I glared at him with hatred in my eyes. He seemed stunned for a moment when he looked at me, but immediately said angrily, "It's just a box. I will buy you as many as you want in the future!"

"What are you fighting for with a kid—"

I hugged the box tightly. It was my life and the only thing I wanted to protect now!

He finally felt a little uneasy when he saw me with a crazy face. He held my hand tightly and said, "What are you doing? Look at yourself. Remember your identity as Mrs. Walker?"

I looked up at him and said coldly, "Then let's get a divorce! I don't want to be Mrs. Walker anymore."

He suddenly looked up at me, "Are you crazy?"

He didn't seem to expect that I, who was always docile, would say such a thing. He sneered, "Threatening me? Do you think it's that easy to get a divorce?"

His eyes fell on my lower abdomen, "If you dare to divorce me, after this child is born, you will never see him again!"

"Monica Bath, I mean what I say!"

"If you behave yourself and be Mrs. Walker, I will give you whatever you want."

He always knew how to take advantage of me, giving me a sweet date after a fight. In the past, after ignoring me for a few days, he would give me a small gift, just like training a dog.

But I didn't care about anything now, he couldn't control me anymore.

Maybe it was because I was silent for too long, he was unusually impatient, "What do you want? Do you want Emma to leave again?"