I screamed at the top of my lungs, unleashing everything I’d been holding back onto Isaac, I didn’t care if it was too much Information for him to process or if his small brain could understand any of it. 

Isaac stood there, stunned, his face turning bright red as he stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time. He hadn’t expected the woman who once loved him and chased after him to hit him, let alone say something as cruel as wishing he had died instead. 

Mary finally dared to step forward, positioning herself in front of Isanc, her eyes filled with fake tears 

“Sophie, if you’re angry, take it out on me, not Isaac. He’s a grown man–how is he supposed to go out in public with his face like that?” 

Where was all this sense of propriety before? | 

Well, I’m someone who listens to advice. [] 

So, I raised my hand and slapped Mary across the face, hitting her hard from left to right. [] 

“You shameless bitch! If you want to mess around with a jerk, go ahead, but why target my daughter? Today. I’m going to beat you until your face is unrecognizable.” || 

Mary never expected that someone who usually ignored her would slap her without hesitation. 

Caught off guard, she was slapped multiple times until her face swelled up like a pig’s head, and she cried out in pain. 

Good. That’s exactly what I wanted. 

Isaac snapped out of his shock at her cries, grabbing my arm to stop me. [ 

“Stop it! And stop calling her a manipulative bitch! Where’s your dignity?” || 

ary didn’t lie about the brat; we have a witness.” 

“Mary 

“Get the brat out here right now to be punished, or I won’t hesitate to call the police. And when the cops come, it won’t just be a beating.” | 

I gritted my teeth, sneering. 

“A witness? Bring them in front of me. I’d like to see who dares to slander my daughter.” 

Isaac‘ 

expression darkened, and he spoke in a low voice. I 

“I knew you wouldn’t cry until you saw the coffin. You won’t admit the truth until the witness is in front of you.” 

He clapped his hands twice, and an elderly woman with gray hair slowly walked over. 

” 

The old lady, her voice trembling, said she made a living collecting trash. Last night, while picking up trash in Mary’s neighborhood, she saw my daughter near a dumpster killing a dog before tossing its body into the bin. 

She said she remembered it so clearly because the little girl looked so innocent, yet acted so cruelly. 

This morning, when Isaac and his bodyguards came looking for Bobby, she immediately recognized the perpetrator. 

I stared at the old woman who recounted the story so vividly, and I felt an urge to slap her mouth. 

My daughter was already in an urn with me last night. [] 

Which eye of hers saw her? Does she have some supernatural sight? 

When the old woman finished speaking, Mary began her act again, looking pitiful. 

“Sophle. I never intended to call the police. I just want to ask Lily why she killed Dobby. Of course, I also want to remind you that the grievances between adults should stay between adults–don’t encourage a child to do such cruel things, it’s harmful to them.” 

She paused, lifting a box she was holding. [] 

“These are Dobby’s ashes, Sophle, if you bring Lily out to apologize to Dobby, Fil let this matter go and won’t pursue it further.” [] 

This was too much. 

Mary’s dog, when it was alive, had led to my daughter’s death. 

Now that it’s dead, she still wants my daughter to apologize to it. 

I was shaking all over. I rushed forward, slapping the urn out of Mary’s hands, and shouted, 

“A dead dog wants my daughter’s apology? Dream on!” 

The urn fell, spilling its contents everywhere. [] 

A cunning smile flashed across Mary’s eyes before she collapsed into Isaac’s arms, sobbing miserably. 

“Dobby… my Dobby… Sophie, how could you knock over Dobby’s ashes… how could you be so cruel..” 

“Even though Dobby was just a dog. I always thought of him as my son… Sophie, wasn’t it enough that you made Lily kill him? Why couldn’t you even let his ashes be..” 

After crying, she slowly pulled away from Isaac and crouched on the ground, picking up the ashes bit by bit while weeping and calling out to Dobby. 

Her pitiful display made her seem even more sympathetic than me, the real mother who had lost her child. 

Seeing her like that, Isaac’s eyes turned red with anger, and he sneered at me, hatred in his eyes. He kicked the urn containing Lily’s ashes, sending it Dying off the bed. 

“You said this was Lily? Let’s see what you’ve put in here!” 

[] 

The urn hit the wall, cracking and bouncing back, the ashes spilling out through the cracks. 

The scattered ashes glittered under the sunlight, painfully bright. 

In that moment, the world around me faded away. All that remained was the sight of those pale gray ashes. [ 

I screamed and lunged forward, ignoring everything else, cradling the broken urn as If I were holding my whole world. 

My head hit the bedframe, the pain blinding, but I couldn’t feel it. I only clung tightly to the ashes, desperate to hold onto what little I had left. 

Isaac looked down at me, expressionless and towering over 

“Stop pretending. Where is the brat? Make her come out and apologize to Dobby, or else Mary won’t hesitate to call the police, and I certainly will.” 

He held up his phone, threatening me. 

1 kept my eyes fixed on the cracks in my daughter’s urn, carefully shielding it, afraid any more ashes would spill out. I ignored his words completely. 

Isaac waited a few seconds, but when I didn’t respond, he seethed and nodded repeatedly. 

“Fine, fine, fine. You won’t talk, then I’ll call the police.” 

He called the officer he knew. [ 

“Christian, Lily killed Mary’s Dobby last night, and Sophie is hiding her. I’m filling a report. I want her found and punished.” 

On the other end of the line, Officer Christian paused for a moment before speaking in a sorrowful tone. 

“Isaac, Lily isn’t hiding. She died in a car accident. on the day you sent her out in the storm to buy medicine. She was hit by an unlicensed truck.” [ 

“Since you didn’t answer your phone, I contacted Sophie.”