I trembled as I recited a string of numbers.
She manipulated the phone for a while, then I heard her let out a soft laugh before speaking, "It's open."
"You've gotten what you wanted—now let the child go… Don't forget, she's his daughter too!" I cried out desperately.
Yet, she paid no heed to my words.
"Two things," she spoke slowly, without haste. "First, the human skull is very hard. I only used an iron rod to pinch her fingers, just to scare you."
"Second, your ex-husband said he would take her back to the country, and that he would continue to raise her."
"As for you… I'm sorry, but you can't live."
I paused for a moment, realizing that I had no other option.
"Please, please!… Just let her live, Qin Yao, you know she's a good girl. When she grows up, she'll forget all of this. She won't even remember me as her mother." Tears streamed down my face. "She has aphasia, she can't talk to anyone about us… She'll be a good daughter!" I sobbed. "If you're still worried, just give me the phone, and I'll tell her it was me who didn't want her anymore, that you didn't hurt me. That way, she'll wholeheartedly accept you as her mother!"
How ironic it was—this would be the last conversation I would ever have with my daughter.
But my best friend interrupted, coldly remarking, "Then what do you suppose the child you and he have together will be?"