165. I Killed My Own Son

"Tomorrow morning, we will go home. I've prepared everything. Now, get some rest." Dave left the room with the door shut violently. Everyone who heard could only shake their heads.

Dian wept bitterly, lamenting her unfortunate fate. She wanted to accept all these facts with grace, but deep down in her heart, she always refused and wanted to stay away from him. Due to crying for too long, Dian finally fell asleep exhausted.

The smell of hospital carbolic acid wafted into the senses of a woman who had just undergone a uterine cleansing operation due to a miscarriage or curettage.

"Madam, we are going home now. The doctor has allowed madam to go home." The faint sound of a female voice made Dian slowly open her eyes.

"Feni..."

"Yes ma'am..."

"Huuuhhh, give me a few minutes to breathe." Suddenly Dian's chest felt tight because soon she would return to the devil's house. The house is luxurious but feels cramped for her.