The magnificent villa was filled with luxury, but within that luxury, there was an indescribable vulgarity.

In the backyard, the sound of children playing could be heard. A man with wrinkles on his face but still with black hair looked kindly at the toddler walking with the help of a nanny.

Until our arrival, we shattered this warm atmosphere.

The man's face turned dark as he led us into the reception room and stared at the middle-aged woman with a gloomy gaze.

At first, the middle-aged woman shrank back, but quickly glared back and asked, "What have you done to the child?"

When she uttered these words, her voice trembled, tears uncontrollably streaming down, but it didn't move the man in the slightest.

Instead, it triggered a sense of sadistic pleasure. "It's me. As soon as you left, I sold them."

"I gave birth to them, raised them. Now that they're in trouble, I'm helping them. Isn't that reasonable?"

The middle-aged woman finally couldn't hold back her cries and shouted, "They are your children."

The man sneered, "They're just two of my sperm cells. If I wanted to, I could have a hundred more. So what?"

The middle-aged woman turned to look at me, her pale face still filled with questions but also with a hint of certainty.

With a scream, blood flowed from the man's mouth and nose.

The villa in the slanting sunlight shimmered with golden light. Several crows cawed as they landed on the roof. The nanny chased them away with a stick. In the corner of my eye, the man lay on the chair, peacefully as if he were asleep.

We walked out of the villa and headed towards the tree-lined road. Autumn leaves scattered, and the sound of crunching echoed on the deserted path.