At this moment, the child was running a high fever, her life hanging by a thread.

And I had just given birth, my lower body aching and still bleeding.

I was completely resistant, but this only incited my husband's anger.

He suddenly grabbed my hair, pressing my head and smashing it against the wall: “Lately, you haven't been beaten, and now your wings have hardened, haven't they? Let's see if you dare to defy me now!”

My head banged against the wall repeatedly, quickly oozing blood.

Seeing me not moving, my husband finally let go, tearing off the clothes beneath me: “You just need a beating, let’s see if I can't make you obedient!”

At that moment, my mother-in-law pushed the door open, holding a bowl of yellow liquid.

“Son, don’t rush!”

Pointing at the liquid, she said with a smile, “This is the urine of the wife next door who just gave birth to a baby boy. If you drink the urine of a woman who has just given birth, you can have a big, healthy boy!”

Seeing me still unresponsive, my husband slapped me again: “Why aren’t you drinking the puerperal urine yet?”

I remained unmoved.

My mother-in-law sneered, walked up, and forcefully pried my mouth open, pouring the urine down my throat.

A disgusting stench spread through my mouth.

But I still showed no reaction.

All I could think about now was my daughter.

She’s sick, what should I do!

Seeing I had drunk the medicine, my mother-in-law left, swaying her hips with the empty bowl.

As she closed the door, she gave my husband a thumbs up: “Son, do your best tonight, and in ten months, you’ll be a dad with a baby boy in your arms!”

As soon as the door closed, my husband could not wait...

I looked at him: “I won’t resist, but I beg you to promise me one thing.”

My husband was very impatient: “What is it?”

I said: “Our baby is sick, can you take her to see a doctor later?”

My husband burst out laughing: “Sick? It's good she's sick, saves me the trouble of killing this worthless thing!”

His laugh was a thousand times more malicious than a devil's.

I shivered all over, unable to suppress my disgust anymore, and pushed him again.

My husband was completely furious: “Is it because of this girl that you refuse?”

He suddenly stood up, grabbed the little baby next to him, and threw her out the door with force: “Now I’ll kill her and see if you still refuse!”

He was incredibly quick.

I had no time to react.

I only saw the baby form an arc in the air, hitting the door heavily and then falling hard to the ground.

“Ah!!!”

I screamed in breakdown, rushing frantically towards the baby.

The baby seemed already dead.

Blood was seeping from her mouth, eyes, nose, and ears.

“Baby, baby!”

I held her tightly, shaking her, trying to wake her up.

But she had no response at all!

“Stop wailing, you’re so noisy!”

My husband walked towards me and started tormenting me.

But my eyes remained fixed on my daughter, whose body was growing colder.

A day ago, I gave birth to twin daughters.

But a day later, both my daughters were dead.

They had been thrown to death!

At this moment, hatred ignited in my heart. All my timidity, all my submission, was devoured by hatred.

The children are dead… well!

I no longer have any burdens!

I clenched my fists tightly.

Baby, I swear, I will make those who killed you pay in blood!