Atop the roof of a seven-story residential building, the night was dim, with a chill of autumn in the air.
After hanging up the phone, Lily Garcia looked at the little boy still asleep in the suitcase and approached with a bewitching smile.
Just as her hand was about to touch the child, the motorcyclist suddenly spoke up, "Lily."
The woman looked at him.
"Lily..." The motorcyclist was clearly nervous, thinking of what she had said on the phone earlier, he swallowed hard and asked intently, "You wouldn’t really... want this child’s life, would you?"
"What’s it to you?" Having secured the child, Lily’s attitude changed drastically; she was no longer obliging to the man.
The motorcyclist’s face changed slightly; he stepped forward, his expression troubled and anxious, trying to persuade her, "Lily... murder cos with a death penalty, even if you are pregnant, you can’t escape legal punishnt... Didn’t we agree before? It was just to scare the child, to have his parents apologize and compensate you, right?"
He thought to himself, even if the police caught them for that, they wouldn’t face a severe sentence.
But if she really wanted to kill the child, it would be a completely different matter!
Lily showed her impatience and snarled back, "Will you quit your nagging, you’re so annoying!"
"Lily!" The man beca desperate, even beginning to regret his actions, "Don’t be rash! I know you feel wronged and indignant, but murder is punishable by death! If you really intend to do that, I’ll take the child and leave right now! I can’t just watch you dig your own grave!"
After his outburst, the motorcyclist stepped forward and snatched the suitcase to close the lid.
Lily hastily intervened, "What are you doing!"
She paused, then softened her tone considerably, her voice and expression much more gentle, "I was obviously just threatening them, can’t you tell? I’m pregnant now, even if not for myself, shouldn’t I accumulate so good karma for the baby?"
The motorcyclist looked at her for a mont, then slowly relaxed, relieved, he said, "It’s good that you think this way. Yes, even if it’s just to accumulate good karma for our baby, no matter how badly they’ve treated you before, let it go. Just scare them enough to make them apologize properly..."
"I get it!" Lily watched his subservient deanor and cursed to herself, thinking him a spineless wimp, a coward.
She turned her gaze back to the suitcase and noticed the child beginningly to stir, showing signs of waking up.
The motorcyclist was slightly shocked, "He’s awake."
"I see it, do I need you to tell !" Lily snapped, eyeing the little boy as he opened his eyes, examining him closely, "Tsk, he’s quite good-looking. Christopher Hart is too lucky, having two sons, and still being blessed with both a boy and a girl after the divorce."
While they conversed, Ethan had fully awakened.
The little fellow climbed out of the suitcase, rubbed his eyes, and looked around in a daze.
Lily smirked as if she were a witch, "Kid... why aren’t you crying? Do you know who I am?"
Ethan fixated on the woman in front of him, his handso little face clearly fraught with nervous fear. After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his mouth and burst into loud cries, "Mommy... I want mommy, I want to go ho... wahhhh—"
Lily laughed rrily, raising one hand with a fruit knife in her palm, "Why cry... I’m your auntie... Do you know what an ’auntie’ is? It’s your mom’s sister, don’t be scared... Auntie is going to play a ga with you, okay?"
The sight of her holding the knife once again startled the motorcyclist, "Lily! Why do you have the knife? Lily, you—"
"Get lost!" Losing her patience, and seeing him trying to interfere, she brandished the knife fiercely.
The motorcyclist retreated in fright, but, worried she might kill the child, he stepped back only to lunge forward again, attempting to take the fruit knife.
"Lily, if you want to vent by slapping him a few tis, that’s fine, but don’t use the knife... be careful not to hurt yourself."
"Don’t tell what to do! Are you annoying or what!"
"Lily..."
In the midst of their struggle and confrontation, Ethan stopped crying, clambered out of the suitcase, and took off running.
Seeing the child trying to escape, Lily shouted imdiately, "Catch him! He’s running away!"
The motorcyclist turned to see the child had already run a few ters away and imdiately went after him to catch him.
Lily Garcia managed to free herself.
She caught sight of a towel that had fallen to the ground, knew what it was, and hurriedly picked it up and approached the man.
The rider had just caught Ethan, but before he could pick him up, suddenly, a woman smothered his mouth and nose from behind with the towel.
The man struggled, the woman desperately tried to suppress him.
Within two seconds, the man’s strength weakened, his eyes slowly closed, and he passed out.
Ethan watched the scene, stunned to stupidity.
The little child didn’t understand sedatives, and thought the aunt had killed the uncle directly, which scared him pale, and he suddenly wet his pants.
After standing frozen for a few seconds, he suddenly startled, ca back to his senses, turned around, and ran.
Lily Garcia got up from the ground and caught up with the child in a few strides, picking him up.
"Let go of ! Let go! You Wicked Witch! Help! Help! Mommy... Mommy... Brother—waaaah..."
The little guy punched and kicked, fought desperately, and scream aloud.
Lily Garcia had just put down the rider and was sowhat drained, facing a child bouncing around like a monkey, she truly didn’t have a solution for the mont.
The fruit knife had been lost sowhere in the scuffle, and as she pinched the towel intending to smother the child again, the little guy suddenly grabbed her hand and bit down hard!
"Ah!" She scread in pain, unable to shake free even as she tried to pull away.
"You little brat! I’ll kill you..." Consud by rage, Lily Garcia gradually lost her sanity, and she violently grasped the child’s neck with a fierce look comparable to that of a female Rakshasa.
Ethan, acting on instinct, fought back violently, kicking and thrashing, and happened to strike the woman in the abdon.
"Ah..." Excruciating pain hit, and Lily Garcia fell to the ground, one hand clutching her abdon.
She was still early in her pregnancy, and the baby was already unstable; these kicks might well have brought her close to a miscarriage.
Ethan got up but his legs were weak, and after running for only a few steps, he fell again.
A five-year-old child, who had never seen such a scene, was in total confusion, crying so hard that he could no longer see his surroundings.
Lily Garcia endured the pain, got up, her disheveled appearance masking her face, laughing demonically as she staggered towards the child.
She picked up the towel that had fallen to the ground, held down the little boy, and covered his mouth and nose...
"Christopher Hart... Alia Garcia... I want you both to suffer a miserable death... I want you to watch with your own eyes as your child dies in front of you... Haha, hahaha—"
When the first group of police officers arrived, they were shocked by the scene before them and dared not move.
At the edge of the rooftop, a woman was sitting with what seed to be a sleeping child lying in front of her.
The flashlight shone on her, revealing her pale face, with blood streaming down the wall beneath her in long and short lines.
The police didn’t know what had happened, they just thought she had killed the child and that the blood was flowing from the child.
"Lily Garcia! You are surrounded by the police! I urge you to surrender imdiately and release the child!" The officer panicked for a mont, then shouted authoritatively.
The woman started laughing, turning to look at them, "Police? I don’t see you... I want to see Christopher Hart, and Alia Garcia... That bitch! Call them here—"
Before Lily Garcia could finish her weak and sinister words, a heartbreaking scream pierced the night, "Ethan!"
She looked intently and started laughing, "You’re here..."
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