Chapter 314 My Child
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“I’ll give you two choices. One–tell me exactly where Lauren’s daughter is, and I’ll spare your life. Two–you stay silent, and I’ll torture you just like I did George. You can die without talking, and that’s fine by me. Because once I tell Felix, with his resources, he’ll find her no matter what”
Sharon hesitated. Her eyes flickereil with fear and conflict.
“You really mean it! You’ll let me live? Are you afraid I’ll go to the police?”
“Hah! I’ve killed so many people already. Even if you don’t report me, the cops won’t let me walk.”
And Sharon couldn’t argue with that logic.
When a chance to live is right in front of you, who wants to give it up? Even if it means crawling through the dirt–it’s better than dying.
After weighing her options, Sharon finally caved and revealed the whereabouts of Lauren’s child.
“I told you. Can you let me go now?”
The smile on Mia’s face was enough to make someone’s blood run cold. “You finally did something useful. Because of that…. I’ll give you a quick death.”
With that, she plunged her knife straight into Sharon’s heart.
Sharon stared in horror. “You you lied…”
Mia blinked innocently. “I said I’d spare you. I never said I had to keep my word.”
You’ll die a horrible death… Sharon gasped, clinging to her last breath.
“Maybe. Maybe not. But you? You definitely will: Mia twisted the blade, shredding Sharon’s heart to pieces.
Sharon died in agony, drowning in fear and regret.
Mia looked down at the two bodies and let out a cold snort before walking away.
The next day, someone discovered Sharon and George’s corpses. Police were called immediately.
Mia sped down a country road, finally arriving at a rural village.
She followed the directions Sharon had given her and stopped outside a rundown house with no gate or courtyard wall.
She’d just stepped out of the car when she heard someone screaming inside.
“You nasty little brat! Stealing from your brother again? You think you deserve to eat that? You’re nothing–you should be eating pig slop!”
Mia turned toward the voice and saw a small child hurled out of the house like a rag doll
The child hit the ground hard and burst into tears.
“I didn’t steal it, Mommyl He dropped it and didn’t want it–I picked it up because I was hungry…”
A second later, a middle–aged woman stormed out, wielding a feather duster.
Her face was wide and mean, her eyes full of loathing.
“You lying little slut. What kind of filthy parents raised a trash heap like you?”
Chapter 314 My Child
The little girl curled up on the ground, her cries growing louder and more desperate.
“I’m sorry, Mommy–1 won’t do it again! Please don’t hit me, please–I’m sorry!”
No matter how much she begged, the woman didn’t stop. In fact, she seemed even more enraged.
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The feather duster whipped through the air with brutal force. Each strike brought fresh blood and more screaming. The child’s thin clothes quickly turned red.
Mia watched in horror, her heart twisting in her chest.
That face–it was like seeing a miniature version of Lauren.
Mia’s expresion turned to ice.
She marched over and grabbed the feather duster mid–swing.
The woman turned around and saw a young woman in a white shirt, jeans, and a high ponytail.
She blinked in confusion, then scowled. “Who the hell are you? Mind your own business!”
Mia smiled–but her smile was laced with venom. “Hey, can I ask you something? Is this kid’s name really ‘Filthy Girl?”
Sharon had told her. After the woman finally had her own son, she gave the girl that name–an insult meant to degrade her completely.
Sharon had kept in contact with this family, which was how she knew the name and the abuse.
The woman’s expression tightened. She looked Mia up and down, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “How do you know that little bastard’s name?”
Mia’s smile grew, but her eyes were ice cold. “Then I’ve found the right place.”
“What are you talking about?” the woman demanded.
Then–pain
She looked down in disbelief to find a knife buried in her stomach
Min twisted the blade, grinding it cruelly inside her gut.
“You hurt my child, Mia whispered. “Now your precious son’s about to lose his mommy.”
