My nails dug into my palms. I never expected that the auto-transfer I had set up before my death would become the very reason Daniel refused to believe I was gone.
Sophia suddenly interjected,
“Mr. Harris, look at that child’s bright eyes.
My poor sister is blind—wouldn’t her eyes be just as beautiful if only she had them?”
I froze as Daniel turned to Lily with disgust, then spoke gently to Sophia,
“That’s nothing hard. We can just take the girl’s eyes and give them to your sister.”
Horrified, I rushed to shield Lily, but Daniel had already taken the knife from his bodyguard and advanced toward her.
Ms. Anderson stumbled forward and shoved him away, shouting,
“Daniel Harris, do you even have a heart?
This is Grace’s daughter!”
Daniel waved, and two bodyguards pinned Ms. Anderson down. Lily struggled desperately, but couldn’t escape Daniel’s knife.
Daniel slowly wiped the blood from his hands and said coldly,
“Grace, if you don’t come out now, your daughter can kiss her arms goodbye too.”
I could only watch helplessly as Lily writhed in agony on the floor, hatred boiling inside me. I lunged, biting at Daniel’s hand, but it was like biting smoke.