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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Mustka Town just after dawn. Meanwhile, Michael finally came back to his senses and followed the troops as they rushed over

group quickly discovered the hospital where Quinton had sent the video from and pushed open the barely held-together gate that had

at the entrance of the hospital; the air emitted a sickening

as they went further into the hospital. In a place where food and

knew what he was about to see as his palms turned sweaty. He

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

to check on the other rooms of the hospital as they investigated

tanks, the kitchen used coal to cook food. There was an iron pot on the stove. It was covered with a lid as the aroma of meat wafted through the edges, but no

and only

scraps mixed in the blood, and there were pieces of bloody clothing with long, black hairs spread messily across the ground. Everything seemed to have been

as his eyes stared dully on the ground. At that moment, his mind had gone completely

that Sophia was wearing it

fresh blood, Michael froze in place as if there was some strange magic affecting him; an invisible force

Michael fell to his knees as his hands dropped weakly

bloody ring

Sophia was the only one who owned this

hesitant to step forward as he stared at the small pot of soup stewing slowly over the fire. Cold-blooded as he

look, Gary,” said Joel

forward and stood in front of the pot. He fidgeted for a while before finally uncovering the lid

the lid as he turned around and

frame inside could be vaguely identified as a woman. A long, empty silence filled the room as everyone looked at