Chapter 846 - 840: The Death of the Youngest Daughter 7

Chapter 846: Chapter 840: The Death of the Youngest Daughter 7

Upon hearing the words, everyone in the room was stunned.

If the charred body Cynthia Morgan delivered to the police wasn’t his youngest daughter, then where is his youngest daughter?

And who is the baby Cynthia Morgan gave to the police?

This question surfaced in everyone’s hearts.

Tiana Thorne suddenly wasn’t so sure either.

Whitney Lynch was already panicking: "How could it be possible? Clearly, when I gave her over, she was already dead. How could she have become a charred corpse?"

Sean Thorne crouched down in front of her, extending his hand to grab her collar, his eyes turning bloodshot: "How did my daughter die? What did you and Cynthia Morgan do?"

Georgia Thorne also looked at Whitney Lynch.

All eyes were on Whitney Lynch.

"She... she..."

Tears welled up in Whitney Lynch’s eyes, a pain she could never recall.

Sean Thorne was on the verge of breaking down: "Continue!"

Whitney Lynch glanced around the living room. Everyone looked at her as if they wanted her dead. She suddenly lifted her head, pointing at the bewildered Hugh Grant: "It was him! He caused her death!"

Everyone shifted their gaze to Hugh Grant.

The man frowned, seemingly taken aback by her words.

Whitney Lynch spoke more vehemently, tears flowing even more: "He asked me out, and I went out after placing the child securely. When I returned, I found her mouth and nose covered by a blanket... suffocated to death."

As she spoke, Whitney Lynch cried miserably.

After hearing her, Tiana Thorne laughed coldly: "You left without anyone watching the child?"

Whitney Lynch felt her breath catch under Tiana’s gaze, quickly diverting her eyes, trembling all over.

She clenched her fists at the thought of such a small baby dying tragically because the mother strayed.

"It was just a little over a month old. She had no ability to save herself. Did you not check if the blanket could fall and cover her mouth and nose before you left?"

These words were like a thorn piercing Whitney Lynch’s heart, filling her with guilt, remorse, and pain.

For so many years, these emotions have constantly plagued her heart.

Tiana Thorne angrily said: "You blame your evil deeds on others, you’re not fit to be a mother."

She was truly angry.

Never has she felt more saddened than at this moment.

Surviving a disaster, she cherishes life more than anyone else.

Especially since that was dad’s daughter, who never got to see the world properly, didn’t even get to see dad once, and was killed by Whitney Lynch.

Whitney Lynch shook her head frantically, denying her wrongdoing: "It was him, it was all him, nothing to do with me, it’s not my fault, he killed my little daughter."

Whack—

Sean Thorne gave her a fierce slap.

Whitney Lynch fell to the ground, nose bleeding, biting her lip, looking back at her once gentle husband, now filled only with hatred, wishing for her death.

She knew.

She was finished.

Her whole life was over.

Sean Thorne trembled all over, speaking each word clearly: "How could I not have seen how vicious you are? To cover up the truth about our daughter’s death, you gave her to Cynthia Morgan and brought back someone else’s daughter. You deceived me for twenty-one years, twenty-one years."

After speaking, a mouthful of blood overflowed from his throat, unable to be held back.

As it gushed out suddenly, he felt darkness before his eyes and collapsed weakly.