My Dreamy Old Husband

Quinton was holding a small baby girl who had just been born; she looked absolutely filthy, and her umbilical cord was still intact.

Quinton pinched the baby girl as though she was a toy and said smugly into the camera, “I have good news and bad news to tell you, Michael.”

Still in a daze, Michael watched the video and stared blankly at the baby girl who was still attached to the umbilical cord.

Is that my daughter?! Sophia has given birth to a daughter for me!

Quinton continued, “The good news is that your wife gave birth at 5.23PM tonight. Congratulations, it’s a girl.”

Shortly after that, he teased in a ghastly voice and said, “Unfortunately, she was not breathing when she was born. Your wife also died of amniotic fluid embolism. I’m currently at a hospital in the small town of Mustka; if you rush over now, you might still be able to see their remains for the last time.”

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At that moment, the core of Michael’s heart ached so much that it closed off all his senses; he didn’t even know how he managed to get into the car. In his mind, the words ‘She was not breathing when she was born’ and ‘Your wife also died of amniotic fluid embolism’ played again and again.

Sophia is dead. My child is dead. They’re dead, all dead…

Joel roared in anger and hatred as they watched Phantom Wolf’s video. They got into the car with bloodshot eyes and drove as fast as they could, ignoring the feeling of exhaustion from their previous days and rushed to Mustka Town.

It was as though a part of Michael had died; he was oblivious to everything that was going on around him. While his entire body froze, he could only hear Stanley yelling at him as he cried, “Pull yourself together, Uncle!”

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they had already rendezvoused at Mustka Town just after dawn. Meanwhile, Michael finally came back to his senses and followed the troops as

The group quickly discovered the hospital where Quinton had sent the video from and

many of the wounded had been treated and buried hastily at the entrance of the hospital; the air emitted a sickening smell of blood and

cautiously inside, the smell of meat grew stronger as they went further into the hospital. In a place where food and

was about to see as his palms turned sweaty. He even thought about turning around and leaving the place to avoid catching sight

aroma tempted everyone; like a trail of breadcrumbs, it led everyone the way to

hospital as they investigated the situation, while others followed

an iron pot on the stove. It was covered

and only a small

some bone scraps mixed in the blood, and there were pieces

as his eyes stared dully on

was wearing it in one

stained with fresh blood, Michael froze in place as if there was some strange magic affecting him;

Michael fell to his knees as his hands dropped weakly to his

the men charged in, Hale noticed a bloody ring on the

had one exactly like this. It had been custom-made, and Sophia was the only

slowly over the fire. Cold-blooded as he was, it was the first time he

take a look, Gary,” said

in front of the pot. He fidgeted for

he slammed down the lid

of woman flesh. It was unclear how long the flesh had been stewing into a pot of thick soup, but the tiny skeleton frame inside could be vaguely identified as a woman. A long, empty silence filled the room as everyone looked at the pot of meat and sobbed uncontrollably. All the hot-blooded men in the room