Chapter 847 - 841: The Death of the Little Daughter 8

Chapter 847: Chapter 841: The Death of the Little Daughter 8

Tiana Thorne’s heart seemed to skip a beat, and she quickly ran forward and embraced him, "Dad!"

Sean Thorne leaned his weight against her, slowly relieving the dizziness. Tears fell, he opened his mouth, but no words came out, only an aching pain in his heart... such pain...

His daughter.

Tiana Thorne also cried, "Dad..."

But she couldn’t utter a single word of comfort, for who, but her father himself, could truly understand this bone-deep pain?

How could others possibly console him?

Whitney Lynch was frightened by his lifeless and pallid appearance; after so many years as a couple, there was a semblance of affection.

She knelt down and approached him, comforting him, "Honey, Sean, don’t scare me, don’t scare me... Ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, he kicked her away, eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Cynthia Morgan set a fire that charred her when she was so small, making Tiana’s biological parents believe my daughter was their lost child."

Already abandoned by her mother, her fate was pitiful enough.

Yet again, her body was desecrated by that lunatic Cynthia Morgan.

Sean Thorne wondered what sins he had committed in a previous life to marry Whitney Lynch and pay with his life in this one?

Thinking of this, Whitney Lynch also froze and began to cry, "I’m sorry... I didn’t expect her to be so cruel."

Tiana Thorne’s fox-like eyes grew colder, uttering each word with intensity, "The cruelty is yours. As her closest person, her mother, you dared to leave her alone at home. How is that different from abandonment?"

Whitney Lynch opened her mouth; she knew she had wronged that child.

However, the child had died, Whitney Lynch was still alive, and Gigi was still young; she could only choose to keep everything hidden.

Even if she spoke up, it wouldn’t fix anything and might instead shatter the family.

"It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, it was her. She promised me she’d give my daughter a proper burial."

Tiana Thorne coldly questioned, "A mother had abandoned her, how could others be expected to treat her well?"

Whitney Lynch was rendered speechless by those words.

At last, Sean Thorne spoke, "You refuse to admit your own mistakes, blaming others for everything. Whitney Lynch, truth is, the first time you abused Tiana, deep down, you already acknowledged you were wrong."

Whitney Lynch’s face stiffened, and she sat on the ground, deflated like a punctured balloon.

"Yes..."

Aiden Shaw narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched her, his fingers slightly tightened, and coldness spread around.

With all pretenses torn away, Whitney Lynch no longer had any of her previous arrogance.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Every time I see Tiana Thorne, I am reminded of my daughter’s cold corpse and the mistakes I once made. Tiana Thorne seems like a knife stabbing into my heart. Her bright eyes, when looking at me, seem to silently accuse me of being a murderer, constantly reminding me of all the disgrace of that year."

Thus, she continued to abuse her and secretly drugged her, all in hopes that she would die.

As long as she died, the secrets of that year would never be uncovered.

Tiana Thorne sneered, "Drugging me, all to bury the past, right? Fortunately, heaven had eyes; I didn’t die, I found my family, and I uncovered your wicked deeds."

Sean Thorne suddenly narrowed his eyes, the chill in them tinged with a bloody hue, "A mere divorce as punishment is too lenient for you."

At his words, Whitney Lynch swallowed nervously, looking at him in terror, "What do you want to do?"

Aiden Shaw lightly parted his lips, "Uncle."