The next second, I was kicked out violently, my head hit the edge of the bed, and blood flowed down my forehead.
Alexander gently held Isabella in his arms. Her eyes were red, and she looked like she was going to faint in the next second.
"Sophia, it's okay for you to hurt me, but how could you be so vicious as to place such a curse on the baby in my belly!"
Before I could say anything, Alexander threw the Voodoo doll at my face.
"Sophia, how dare you!"
Only then did I notice that the Voodoo doll had Isabella's Birth chart and a portrait of a baby written on it.
I couldn't help but sneer.
What a crude frame-up, but he sentenced me to death without even asking any questions.
Seeing me like this, Alexander wanted to step forward and teach me a lesson, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed his daughter's remains and the toys left in the brazier, and he immediately became furious.
"What do you mean? You washed your daughter's photo white just to be jealous. Sophia, are you still qualified to be a mother?"
When I mentioned my daughter, I looked at him angrily with red eyes:
"Alexander, you are not allowed to mention my daughter, you murderer!"