Even though Stella died, she still cared about other people's affairs.
That was our only child!
When I got home, my mother, who came from my hometown, was already cooking.
"You guys are back? Try this soup. I made it for the whole afternoon. If it tastes good, I'll bring it to Stella. She's still young and is growing up..."
I took it and accidentally broke the soup bowl in my hand.
"Lucas, what's wrong with you?" My mother looked confused.
My eyes were red, and I really couldn't bear to tell my mother the truth.
Not only my mother but all six people in our families like Stella very much. She was our treasure.
But Maria didn't care.
On the way back, she still took a detour to look for Logan.
She was so cruel, but she truly loved Logan.
I wiped my face hard, pulled my mother into the room, and told her the truth.
Sooner or later she would know about this.
"I didn't agree to your marriage from the beginning! She is dominating and selfish, and you just don't believe me! You finally had a child after three years. My granddaughter, but she is now..."
My mother was so distraught that she covered her face crying, and fainted because of suffocation.
I took her to the hospital immediately.