She fell to the ground in pain, covering her face with her hands, at a loss, scaring Ethan, who came behind her, so much that his face turned pale.
“Uncle, it hurts so much, am I going to be disfigured?” she screamed in agony. “I kindly prepared a bowl of medicine for my auntie to preserve her pregnancy, but she actually slashed my face with a knife, saying she wanted to scratch my face, which looked like Lilibeth!”
Casey's eyes were dazed. Before she could say anything, Ethan pushed her hard.
She tried to defend herself, her voice trembling as she said, "It wasn’t me… With this pregnancy weighing me down, how could I possibly have the strength to stab someone with a knife?"
A hint of doubt flashed across Ethan's eyes and then he was brought back to reality by the crying girl in his arms.
"Uncle, am I going to die?" she whispered, her voice laced with fear. "Just like her brother did to Lilibeth… will I also leave you forever?"
The man lowered his head and spoke softly to comfort her. When he looked at Casey again, his eyes held nothing but cold disgust.