Hearing this, Ms. Anderson dropped to her knees, begging,
“Mr. Harris, I’m not lying. Lily was born through an emergency C-section after Grace passed away. Please, spare these children.”
At those words, Sophia Lee’s eyes flashed with cruelty and satisfaction.
I remembered how, years ago, when she disfigured my body and dumped me in the mountains, she had whispered,
“This way, not even God could recognize you.
If you carry that child to term, how could I ever become Mrs. Harris?”
Daniel raised his eyes, and at his signal, a bodyguard dragged out a random orphan and blinded him.
I cried out desperately,
“I’m right here, Daniel, I’m right in front of you!
Don’t do this to these children—they are innocent!”
Ms. Anderson rushed forward to stop him but was kicked to the ground. She could only watch as the blinded orphan was thrown from the rooftop.
I tried again and again to catch the child as he fell, but my hands grasped only air. I could only watch in horror as his body hit the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.
Ms. Anderson crawled to the boy, holding him in her arms, and pointed at Daniel: