CHAPTER 10: CHAPTER 10: SMASHED HIS BUDDHA HALL

"Timothy, help me, save me!"

Serena screamed again, finally pulling Timothy Xavier’s thoughts back.

But her scream also attracted Doris.

The little girl saw her mother being crazily slapped against the wall by me and immediately ran over, "You wicked woman, let go of my mom! You wicked woman!"

She cried while repeating this sentence, desperately tugging at the hem of my clothes.

I had already lost my mind, and showed no mercy to this instigator as I pushed her away and continued to hit Serena Sawyer.

Even though her face was now swollen beyond recognition, her mouth bleeding, it didn’t ease the hatred in my heart.

What did my child do wrong to be crushed to dust by this mother and daughter?

And Doris, who had just been pushed down by me, fell to the ground and started crying instantly.

Just then, a strong force turned my body around.

The next second, a crisp slap landed on my face.

The air inside the room suddenly became tense, so quiet that even the sound of breathing was clear.

I stared in shock at the grave-faced man before me, the man I’ve loved since I was five years old until I turned twenty-five.

Timothy Xavier, for Serena Sawyer and her daughter, he hit me.

Why, no matter what they do, am I the one who gets punished in the end?

"Zoe..."

Timothy Xavier seemed surprised by his actions too, his tone softening slightly as he approached to touch me.

"I’m sorry, I... just wanted you to calm down a bit."

I stepped back a few paces, looking at him quietly, asking repeatedly: "Why? Why destroy even this little bit of hope? Give me back my child! Make her return my child to me!"

I screamed at Timothy Xavier, who didn’t know what to do, making sounds like a trapped beast!

Then, as if I suddenly remembered something, I stumbled over to the box, kneeled on the ground, trying to put the ashes back into it.

But, I couldn’t pick up even a tiny bit, I had completely lost my treasure.

Tears hit the ashes on the ground, turning the fine particles into dark scars, becoming a wound in my heart that will never heal.

Meanwhile, Timothy Xavier was cradling Doris, checking if she was hurt when she fell.

But what about my baby?

Timothy didn’t even glance over again, does he not feel any pain at all?

Yet it was he who pursued the marriage back then, and he and his mom urged for the child to be born, so why am I the only one in pain now?

My gaze passed over a golf club next to the living room sofa, and I suddenly walked over, grabbed the club and headed straight to the shrine.

Those two ruined the thing most important to me, but I can’t kill them, so I can only destroy something important to Timothy Xavier too.

Let him feel the same pain as me!

The golf club slammed into the Buddha statue, the gilded Buddha shattering into glittering fragments.

This shrine, along with everything inside it, was specifically designed by experts with a fortune by Timothy Xavier back then.

I destroyed it like a madwoman, the sound of breaking and destruction mimicking the screams within my heart.

I didn’t care about disrespecting the gods, nor about any retribution.

If there truly is retribution in this world, why are the ones punished not Timothy Xavier and Serena Sawyer?

By the time Timothy came around to the shrine, what he saw was the mess everywhere and me crazily destroying everything.

"Zoe Ellison!"

He seemed out of control too, came over and snatched the club from my hand and threw it aside, raised his hand, but struggled to keep it from coming down.

A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, "Why not hit me? Can’t bring yourself to do it?"

When Timothy Xavier froze, not knowing what to say, I gave him a hard slap.

This is what he owes me and the child, what he owes us is more than just one slap.

If Timothy Xavier had been as sad as I was from the beginning, felt even a hint of my pain, I wouldn’t have been so broken.

But he only cared for Serena Sawyer and that child, never shed a tear for mine.

Timothy Xavier licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, instructed coldly, "Madam is crazy, take her back to the room and let her calm down."

Everything I just went through had drained all my strength, I had no energy left to resist, walking exhaustedly back to my room.

Shortly after I started walking, I heard Serena Sawyer’s voice behind me: "Timothy, my face is beaten like this, how can I film with the crew next month? Doris didn’t mean it, she’s just a child. Did Miss Ellison need to get so angry? Like a madwoman!"

Timothy Xavier said in a deep voice, "She’s a child, what about you? You’re an adult, what were you doing then!"

...

I returned to my room, an hour passed, and I was still trembling all over.

Nanny Lowell knocked on the door at this point, carrying the urn and came in.

She sighed and said, "Madam, sir instructed me to pick up as much as I could. I spent a long time gathering just this much back."

I looked at the urn now damaged and the ashes that were more than half gone, only feeling so sorry for my child.

My hands trembled as I repeatedly caressed the box.

"Back then, I should have allowed her to be buried peacefully. I was too selfish; I always wanted her to stay with me, didn’t want her to be in that dark, cold place..."

Towards the end, my heart ached, and I couldn’t even make a sound.

Nanny Lowell said caringly, "Madam, if little miss sees this from heaven, she will understand. She definitely knows her mom loves her very much."

"Thank you, Nanny Lowell."

Tears filled my eyes, I was truly grateful to her.

If not for her stopping Serena Sawyer at that moment, perhaps even these ashes would have been vacuumed away by that woman.

Later, Nanny Lowell brought me dinner, saying, "Sir insisted that Doris stand in the living room until two in the morning, and I think I heard him scolding Serena Sawyer."

I smiled powerlessly, such perfunctory punishment, what could it change?

At this moment, my heart was desolate.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, I gazed at this luxurious, expansive villa, only to find it no longer belonged to me.

Among the four people living in this villa, I was the only outsider.

I turned on my laptop, over and over looking at those photos of his infidelity.

The more affectionate he was to others, the more indifferent he was to me.

Just then, I heard the door lock turn and Timothy Xavier’s familiar footsteps.