While Michael stared blankly at the bloody clothes, Hale placed a ring into his hand gently—it was Sophia and Michael’s wedding ring. The small ring lay helplessly in his palm, its diamond shining the same dreamy luster as when it was once worn quietly on Sophia’s delicate fingers. However, it was stained with blood right now and had been picked up from a pile of minced flesh.
Michael had previously prepared a grand wedding for Sophia; they had already ordered her wedding dress, but Sophia wanted to start her own business and was too busy to attend the wedding. After that, they agreed to wait until she graduated before they held the wedding…
Michael clutched the ring tightly in his hand, but he could feel his entire being breaking into a million pieces.
His wife and his child had turned into a pot of meat, so how could he possibly accept it?
Is this a nightmare? Why does it feel so real and so painful? Why is it such a long dream?
If he could, he would give anything in this world to end this endless dream.
He felt like his head was splitting apart as he ruthlessly banged his head against the wall; it seemed like it was the only way he could end this nightmare. When he could finally wake up, he’d be at his home in Bayside City with Sophia sleeping soundly by his side, just like how they used to be…
“You crazy b*stard—what are you doing?!” Harry rushed over and pulled him back with the help of several other people.
As Harry looked at Michael crying with a kind of desperation he had never seen before, he didn’t know if tears or blood would be running down from the latter’s bloodshot eyes the next moment.
It was the belief of finding Sophia and the child that kept Michael going for the last 100 days and nights. Now that Sophia and his child were both dead, all of the courage and faith within Michael collapsed within a single night; nothing else could support him anymore.
All of a sudden, a baby’s loud cry pierced through the dead silence of the room. Michael felt like a pair of invisible hands had suddenly grabbed hold of his heart, and his heart started to pump blood throughout his veins as he felt some warmth returning to his body again.
He jerked his head up as he saw Joel rushing toward him. Then, Joel placed the tiny moving mass of flesh into his arms.
When that tiny weight fell into his embrace, Michael’s eyes widened in shock as he realized that it was a tiny baby girl!
The sleeping baby in swaddling clothes had been born not long ago. With her wrinkly little face, her tiny limbs and body fell into Michael’s arms. Seemingly through some divine command, she stopped crying at once.
She opened her eyes and looked at Michael curiously.
This was a small town in Africa full of black people, yet there was actually a fair-skinned child right here!
His whole body shuddered when he came in contact with the tiny mass of flesh.
He knew that this was his child! This is my child! She’s not actually dead!
Michael held the child for a long time before he suddenly let out a hoarse cry, but nobody knew whether he was happy or sad about it.
This scene brought on a sense of deja vu; many years ago, Michael had also cried desperately as he held onto a small ball of flesh, but who would have thought that history would repeat itself after so many years?
It seemed like Michael was running around in circles and eventually returned to the original point of pain and suffering.
The black woman trailing behind Joel explained that a group of people had arrived a few days ago. There was a pregnant lady among them, but she died after delivering her child smoothly. After she died…
She didn’t mention where the woman had gone, but her eyes glanced toward the pot of soup unconsciously.
After that, Joel retrieved a laptop from the black woman’s room. As soon as he switched it on, he caught sight of a video file on the desktop. Quinton’s detestable face appeared again when he clicked on it.
“Hi, my dear brother. Do you like the present I left you? You’re welcome! It must have been a long and tiring journey for you, so please enjoy the soup that I’ve prepared for you. After all, it’s made out of your wife’s flesh. Are you surprised? Are you shocked? Your child is not actually dead! It’s my principle as the Phantom Wolf not to lay a hand on a child.”
In the video, Phantom Wolf commented on each incident in a very relaxed manner. It seemed like a mere joke to him, but their hearts were chilled to the bone.
On the other hand, Michael had gradually calmed down as he watched the video.
Quinton!
Time flies…
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