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!”

…

Meanwhile, Michael finally came back to his senses and followed the

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

entrance of the hospital;

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

but at that moment, he held on to a faint glimmer of hope as he slowly walked inside the building. He knew what he was about to see as his palms turned sweaty. He even thought about turning around

a trail of breadcrumbs, it

of the hospital as they investigated the

tanks, the kitchen used coal to cook food. There was an iron pot on the stove. It was covered

coal was about to burn out, and only

it had just experienced a massive massacre with blood all over the floor; there were still some bone scraps mixed in the blood, and there were pieces

Michael saw the bloody clothes, his breath choked as his eyes stared dully on the ground. At that moment, his mind

was wearing it in one of

place as if there was some strange magic affecting him; an invisible force clutched onto his attention so

to his knees as his hands dropped

rest of the men charged in, Hale noticed a bloody ring on the kitchen counter as the large diamond was glittering under the

that the wedding ring was from ‘The One’—Sophia had one exactly like this. It had been custom-made, and Sophia was the only one who owned this particular design. Now, the lone ring had been found sitting on a pile of minced

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

Gary,” said

pot. He fidgeted

seconds, he slammed down the lid as he

been stewing into a pot of thick soup, but the tiny skeleton frame inside could be vaguely