Xu Zijin sat on the bed staring blankly. Suddenly, Mu Anan came forward, reached out her hand with nails painted bright red and touched Xu Zijin’s belly.

"Go away!" Xu Zijin huddled herself up and looked at Mu Anan with watchful eyes.

"I hear that you were forced to abort your six-month-old fetus. The fetus should have hands and feet. What a pity that it's dead! But don't blame Sinian. After all, it's not his child," said Mu Anan.

"Nonsense! You are talking nonsense!" Xu Zijin shouted.

"You don't believe me?" Mu Anan twisted her lips into a triumphant smile and gave Xu Zijin a pitying look as if she was looking at a pathetic creature. "Do you remember the kidnapping six months ago? I'm the brains behind the kidnapping, but Sinian saved me without hesitation. Take it easy. I didn't mistreat you. That night I hired a beefcake at vast expense and sent him to your room. Are you satisfied with his sexual capacity? By the way, I shot a video when you two were making love. Tut, tut... In the past, you always assumed an air of superiority. I didn't expect you to be so lecherous and dissipated."

Xu Zijin turned as pale as death. "Impossible! That day when I woke up..."

"When you awoke, you saw Sinian lying next to you, right?" Mu Anan shook her head. "You are really a muddle-headed person. At that time, the Xu family was immensely powerful. So Sinian had to pretend that he was the one who had slept with you. When your father knew that, he felt guilty. So he resigned and appointed Sinian to CEO of the Xu Consortium. I have to say that you are the most innocent. Did it ever occur to you that the child you risked your life to protect was a bastard? You don't even know who its father is. Humph! How did it feel to live in the jail? I hear that your stillborn baby was badly bruised all over... By the way, I almost forgot to tell you. "

Mu Anan paused and continued, "I had someone take a photo of your stillborn baby. For the sake of our acquaintance, I will give it to you. I hope that it will console you a great deal." There was a great deal of irony in her remarks.

Mu An-an opened her handbag, took out a photo from it and handed it to Xu Zijin.

Xu Zijin instinctively cast a look at the photo and the very next second, she began to tremble with anger.

Her eyes reddened with fury, staring at the photo in Mu Anan's hand.

In the photo, a little dead baby lay in an iron basin.

The baby was streaked with blood and covered with blue and purple bruises all over. Blood had oozed from its eyes and nose and left the bloodstains on its small face.

The horrible scene in the photo hurt the nerves in her head and evoked her violent mood.

"Ah! Ahhh!!!" she screamed out.

Xu Zijin suddenly grabbed the photo and threw it on the floor. The room was filled with her painful screams.

Mu Anan looked at Xu Zijin coldly with no expression on her face. "Xu Zijin, I'm just telling you the truth. We are both daughters of Xu Yuanshan. You are the apple of his eye, but I'm just a poor illegitimate daughter. I was abandoned by him and grew up in the orphanage. Xu Yuanshan was reluctant to admit that I'm his daughter because he was afraid of hurting your feelings. Now he is dead. If he knew that his beloved daughter had been tortured mentally and physically by her husband, would he become a ferocious ghost and take revenge?

Come on, my sister. Don't cry. This is just the beginning. Before I came here to visit you, I thought you must miss your baby very much and as your sister, I should fulfill your wish. So I brought the dead baby to the hospital and intended to give it back to you.

But when I got out of the car, I saw a group of wild dogs. They were hungry for a long time and looked so pitiful. So I gave them..."

Xu Zijin's crying stopped abruptly. She could not believe her ears.

Mu Anan shrugged. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't bear to see the wild dogs suffer from hunger. If you run faster, you should be able to get some remains of the dead baby..."

Xu Zijin rushed to the backyard of the hospital like a lunatic and saw the wild dogs eating something. There was blood and some scraps of flesh covered with dust all over the ground.

She screamed out like a desperate madwoman, “My baby! My poor baby!”

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