"Listen up, my child. Your dad was a villain, and that's why he died," Olivia said to her crying daughter, squeezing her face so hard that Tracy winced in pain.
"My mother was right; I was the one in the wrong. Hahaha."
"All men are shallow pigs, and you look just like your father." Olivia hugged her daughter, her words in disarray.
"You know what? You should hide that ugly face of yours." She patted her crying face, and Tracy could only tremble as she looked at her mother's crazed appearance.
"You'll never find anyone in this world who would love you in your entire life," she whispered.
Olivia said, blood gushing out of her wounds, the sprout on her face falling off, the living room a bloody mess.
Olivia's last glimmer of love for the child she gave birth to prevented her from doing anything to the life in her hand.
