When His Mistress Became My Daughter's Piano Executioner

Synopsis

Azalea was playing the piano in the study when suddenly the massive chandelier above her crashed down. I rushed over, frantic, trying to call for an ambulance, but it never arrived. I could only watch helplessly as my daughter's breath slowly faded away. The grief was overwhelming, and I passed out, waking up in the hospital. Jude was there, tightly holding my hand, his eyes red and voice choked with emotion. "Evangeline, your health is important. Don't worry, I will arrange a proper burial for Azalea so she can rest in peace." I nodded and drifted back into sleep, yet my daughter's face haunted my thoughts. Somehow, I overheard Jude talking to his assistant. "Mr. King, why did you have someone stop the ambulance? She was your daughter too..." Jude laughed coldly, dismissively. "I only wanted to ruin her hands; who knew that chandelier would fall perfectly on her head?" "Dead is better. She wasn't supposed to be born anyway." "Now no one can compete with Florence for that gold trophy. Eighteen years of raising her, and that's all she's good for." My precious daughter, who was everything to me, was nothing more than a stepping stone in Jude's eyes! And what I thought was a marriage built on mutual love was the biggest lie of my life. The assistant looked at Jude with some regret, but the damage was done, and he spoke softly. "Mr. King, the payment has been sent to those people." "Rest assured, during rush hour, the ones you hired caused