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 to

aimed it at Celine’s stomach

the force of the knife, it meant that he didn’t plan on

just wanted

then he would kill Celine

burst of blood gushed out immediately. At that moment, Cooper looked like a murderous maniac; his eyes and face were

were tied with some rope that wrapped around her neck; when she struggled, the rope at her neck would

idea whether it was the child’s

his knife for the third time, the

of him

a pair of black sneakers. His light blue eyes were less

were filled with rage and murder; it seemed like a husband

over quietly, he carried a petite figure

the person in front of Cooper and revealed her face—it

seemed to be asleep; her cheeks were rosy and

want to see my daughter alive! If anything happens to

her face had gone pale as her eyes started to roll back. Her fragile neck

Sophia’s face. Seconds later, her eyes suddenly opened as she woke up and looked around in a daze before finally remembering what

abducted her! He even wanted

the time she recollected her thoughts, she saw Celine being

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

was holding onto dripped with blood as his other hand was wrapped

the person who had hurt Celine was none

was completely stunned; it was as if she did not recognize

“Dad? Why…”

was strained as she

actually traded Celine