Chapter 4
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Like a lioness, Julia lunged at Victor, her nails clawing at him.
"Victor, do you even have a soul? He's dead, and you're desecrating his grave! I'll kill you!"
Guards pinned her back as the shovel tore into the fresh earth.
The lid was pried open to reveal nothing but a few brown pellets of dog food.
Victor let out a cold, sharp laugh.
"What's your excuse now, Julia? My son is a handful of dog food?"
He grabbed Julia by the throat and slammed her down beside the casket.
"Using dog food to fake his death? Do you think I'm an i***t, Julia? Where are you hiding him? The school called—he hasn't been in class for two days. Bring him back!"
Rage surged through him as he grabbed Julia by the hair and slammed her head hard against the tombstone.
Her scabbed wound split open again, and bright red blood ran down the stone—a sickening sight.
"Julia! Speak!"
Chloe arrived, feigning terror.
"Uncle Victor, Mrs. Julia must have just lost her mind. She didn’t expect you to see through her. Please don’t be angry with her—after all, she is Ethan’s mother."
"Mother? A mother who curses her own son to die? I’ve never seen anything like it! She doesn’t deserve to be Ethan’s mother!"
Victor grew even more enraged. Seeing the pitiful grains of dog food in the small coffin, he barked an order.
"Since she loves acting so much, feed it all to her. I want to see if she feels as 'devastated' after she’s eaten her own son!"
"No!" Julia’s eyes widened in horror. She tried to scramble back, but Victor held her in a vice grip.
The bodyguards forced her mouth open and shoved the bloody dog food inside.
"Ugh—!"
Julia shoved Victor away and collapsed to the ground, retching violently as tears and mucus streamed down her face.
It felt as if her heart had been put through a meat grinder; the pain was so intense she could barely breathe.
Clutching the few soggy grains of dog food in her hands, she could no longer suppress the fury and grief in her chest. She broke down, sobbing.
"Victor, Chloe killed Ethan! She turned Ethan’s remains into dog food! Her innocence and kindness are all an act! Why won’t you believe me? If you don’t believe me, I can show you the chat records!"
Chloe’s face turned ashen, panic instantly flashing across her features.
But Victor refused to believe a word, and his rage only deepened.
"You lunatic! You hid Ethan, and now you still dare to frame Chloe! Guards, lock her in the study! Make her kneel in front of ancestors' frames. She is not allowed to stand up without my word!"
The study was dark and damp, illuminated only by flickering candlelight.
Julia knelt on the floor until her knees were so numb she could no longer feel them, while a gnawing hunger in her stomach nearly swallowed her whole.
She recalled her son’s adorable smile; the thought of such a sweet, well-behaved child being tortured to death and turned into dog food tormented her soul.
The flames of hatred were like gasoline poured onto a fire, nearly scorching the blood right out of her veins.
She wanted revenge—she would kill everyone responsible for her son’s death!
The strong night winds blew open the window. The guards on duty had long since slacked off and gone to sleep.
Ignoring the stabbing pain in her legs, Julia used the wall for support and escaped.
She staggered upstairs, but when she reached the door, she suddenly heard Victor’s heavy breathing and moans from within.
"Chloe... Chloe..."
The door was ajar. Julia saw Victor holding one of Chloe’s nightgowns, lost in a moment of restrained, illicit self-gratification.
Lightning flashed outside the window, lighting the room as bright as day and revealing the man’s arousal.
Veins bulged on his forehead as he groaned Chloe’s name, his voice hoarse and thick with desire.
To Julia, this scene was like a thousand blades stabbing straight through her heart.
She felt physically ill, trembling violently, her lips a ghostly pale.
Ethan had been missing for three days; if Victor had paid even the slightest attention, he would have seen through Chloe’s act.
It was Chloe who bribed the kidnappers to kill Ethan, and it was she who took his body and cruelly processed it into dog food!
Yet Victor never even suspected her.
In his heart, he was only thrilled to have found a replacement for his long-lost "white moonlight."
But what about her Ethan?
Who was going to bring her Ethan back?
Julia raised a fruit knife, its silver blade reflecting her hate-filled eyes.
She was going to avenge her son—she would kill these vicious bastards.
Just as Victor reached the peak of his desire, she kicked the door open.
The tip of the blade lunged straight for Victor’s lust-filled face!
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