My Dreamy Old Husband

The other party quickly replied, ‘Put her down and you will be able to see your daughter.’

Cooper read the string of English messages and his ocean-blue eyes flashed with rage.

He had guessed that the enemy never intended to let Sophia live.

He put down the phone calmly while the knife in his hand was still stained with blood.

Celine’s soft whimpers and Cooper’s voice echoed in the empty factory, each one sounding colder than the other; it felt like a gust of cold wind whistling and scraping people’s faces on a snowy mountain.

Unfortunately, the enemy did not respond; it seemed like he was waiting to watch something.

Cooper’s cold eyes glanced around. It was quiet and empty; there was no Sophia and no Blade, but he knew that his daughter was somewhere in a corner and Blade was already here.

Celine cried helplessly in pain, looking like a baby with her face covered in sweat and tears. Her thigh, which had been stabbed by Cooper, was still bleeding as it soaked through her pants.

15 seconds later, Blade and Sophia still hadn’t shown up.

Cooper struck without warning and plunged his blade into Celine’s bulging belly, the entire blade sinking into her flesh.

Celine grunted a painful grunt as her stomach was instantly soaked red. Cooper loosened his bloodied grip on the weapon, the hilt of the sharp knife coming out of her bulging belly. It was followed by Celine’s rapid breathing and painful spasms.

She screamed in pain as her throat barely made a sound; her mouth was blocked with tape, and only a faint, raspy sound escaped.

If Cooper continued to stab her like this, her unborn child would definitely not survive.

Cooper acted as though he couldn’t see Celine’s pained expression while he ruthlessly drew out the knife from her stomach; the blood from her abdomen spurted out like a bloody flower all over Cooper’s hand.

However, Cooper had no sympathy for her pain. He was a father who had gone over the edge and just wanted his own daughter.

If he had to do it for the sake of Sophia, his daughter, he would exchange the world for her life.

Celine had nothing

and aimed it at Celine’s stomach

the angle and the force of the knife, it meant that

just wanted

him, then he would kill Celine right there and

immediately. At that moment, Cooper looked like a murderous maniac; his eyes and face were

up in pain like a shrimp. Her hands were tied with some rope that wrapped around her neck; when

no idea whether

lifted his knife for the third time, the sound of footsteps finally came from behind

her in front of him as he cautiously stared at the man who came

pair of black sneakers. His light blue eyes were less majestic but more sullen

with rage and murder; it seemed like a husband had witnessed his wife

he carried a petite

the person in front of Cooper and

asleep; her cheeks

choked Celine’s neck and threatened, “I want to see my daughter alive! If anything

Celine was still bleeding; her face had gone pale as her eyes started to roll back. Her fragile

a spray bottle from his bag and sprayed it on Sophia’s face. Seconds later, her eyes suddenly opened as she woke up and looked

abducted her! He even wanted

her thoughts,

pale—even her lips had turned white. Her whole body was covered in blood; not only were her stomach and thighs bloodied, there was even blood trickling down her pants as

dripped with blood as his other hand

person who had hurt Celine

Sophia was completely stunned; it was as if she

“Dad? Why…”

as she looked at

had actually traded Celine