Chapter 302 Go to Hell

Chapter 302 Go to Hell

Suddenly, Emily, who had been smiling just moments ago, had tears filling her eyes.

She burst into loud sobs while crying out that Lyra was covered in blood.

"Lyra looks so pitiful!"

Philip felt like his heart was being violently squeezed by a hand. Emily's crying made his face turn pale instantly.

"Emily, be good... don't cry, don't cry."

Sophia quickly picked Emily up from her seat. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Emily's innocent look as she blinked at her. She smiled helplessly to herself and played along, comforting her.

Emily's hands clutched tightly at the clothes on Sophia's chest, her face buried in Sophia's embrace, shoulders shaking, her voice choked with sobs.

Lyra used to hold Emily often and practice lines with her, even teaching her how to cry in a way that would make people feel more heartbroken.

Emily was now using all the acting skills Lyra had taught her on Philip.

Emily tilted her head slightly, sneaking a glance at his gloomy expression, then quickly buried her face back into Sophia's embrace, completely forgetting that the video call she had secretly made earlier was still connected.

Sophia gently patted Emily's back, her voice cold as she said, "If you want to get revenge for Cheryl, go ahead and try."

"Let me make this clear today! For every stitch in Lyra's wounds, I'll make Cheryl pay back one by one."

Take a step back and find peace?

No. Take a step back, and you'll only end up with lumps formed from accumulated resentment.

William remained silent on the other end of the children's watch video.

From the moment Philip first accused Sophia of taking her anger out on others, the video on his end had already connected.

From an observer's perspective, William clearly heard Philip's defense of Cheryl and his neglect of Lyra, his wife, who hadn't officially gotten the divorce certificate yet. He felt as if he were in an ice cellar.

Because the same thing had happened between him, Sophia, and Alice not long ago.

Or perhaps it was the divorce two years ago, or even seven years ago, shortly after they got married...

William stood in the wind, letting the cold northern wind howl at him, looking up at the white snow in the distance.

After seeing Philip so stubborn, insisting on seeking justice for Cheryl.

He finally understood how Sophia had felt back then.

Just then, Mark pointed at the hands on his watch, reminding him that time was up.

William had noticed earlier that Emily had turned off the video call's microphone, so she couldn't hear what he was saying.

He hung up the video and called Philip's phone directly.

Philip, caught up in guilt, glanced at the mother and daughter across from him when he saw William's call.

As soon as he answered, he heard William's emotionless voice.

"Philip, don't touch them."

The howling wind rushed through the gaps in the receiver, reaching Philip's ears along with his cold voice.

Philip felt angry inside.

He really wanted to yell at him directly: 'With your ex-wife and daughter's sharp tongues, what could I possibly do to them?'

While Philip was on the phone, Sophia directly picked up Emily and got in the car.

If they didn't leave now, they'd miss today's flight.

As for Philip's revenge?

From the moment Sophia decided to take responsibility for Lyra's situation, she had never been afraid.

"I haven't even finished talking, and you..."

Just as Philip was about to get in the car to chase after them, he heard William tell him shocking news.

"Kaitlyn isn't dead."

William's words left Philip stunned, his tone full of disbelief.

"What did you say? That's impossible! I watched Kaitlyn's cremation with my own eyes. How could she not be dead!"

If Lyra hadn't insisted on going to the hospital back then and saying all those things in front of Kaitlyn, her condition wouldn't have gotten worse.

William had always had people protecting Sophia and her daughter. When they discovered someone acting suspiciously around them, he had them investigated.

Unexpectedly, this investigation uncovered a huge lie.

Behind William was an endless snowy forest.

He needed to challenge his physical limits and cross another snowy forest ahead to pass.

Watching time tick away, Mark had to walk over and remind him again, "Mr. Smith, time's up. We need to hurry and catch up with the main group."

If they didn't leave now, they wouldn't be able to reach the other side within the allotted time.

The sky was gradually darkening. If they really had to spend the night in such freezing conditions, the human body simply couldn't withstand it.

"Go check it out yourself, and you'll know. Some things need to be seen with your heart."

"Philip, regret... really isn't worth much."

The call ended. William used his last bit of time to send Emily a voice message.

His sharp, cold gaze rested on the endless white snow, his loneliness deepening.
Outside the Smith Manor, hearing William hang up without explaining anything clearly, Philip immediately called back, only to find it was now a disconnected number.

Philip said helplessly, "What's gotten into him!"

It was too late to chase after Sophia now. He could only deal with Cheryl's negative press first.

Back in his own car, William's words echoed in Philip's ears again.

He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, the sharp horn sound piercing through the quiet surroundings of the Smith Manor.

The news that Kaitlyn wasn't dead filled his mind, causing waves of pain in his head. How was it possible? How could she not be dead?

He had watched her heartbeat stop with his own eyes and went with her family to the crematorium.

If she wasn't dead, then what did all his punishment of Lyra over these years mean?

Lyra, over a hundred stitches...

Philip's pupils contracted. He didn't dare imagine how she, who was so afraid of pain, had endured it all.

He floored the gas pedal and drove straight to Empire City's airport, having his secretary book the earliest flight to Seraphim.

Emily, who had already arrived at the airport, skillfully converted William's voice message to text.

Then she realized she couldn't read yet!

Emily had no choice but to play the voice message.

[Emily, I'm out of town right now. I'll teach him a lesson when I get back.]

Sophia also heard William's voice.

When Emily thought she was secretly making the video call, Sophia had already noticed her little trick but didn't say anything.

After listening, Emily nodded with satisfaction.

William's friend should of course be dealt with by William himself.

This bad man not only bullied Lyra but also yelled at Sophia.

If she weren't only two years old now, only able to reach his knees even when jumping, she would definitely rush up and get revenge for Sophia and Lyra.

[The flight to Cloud City is about to depart...]

The announcement was already playing.

Sophia walked forward, holding Emily with one hand, her phone in the other.

She quickly scanned through the photos and information in her email, the coldness in her eyes intensifying.

Sure enough, Kaitlyn had faked her death!

Kaitlyn had used herself to set up a trap.

Trapping Lyra in this prison woven from love and guilt.

For four whole years.

Compared to Lyra, who had been under constant pressure, Cheryl had it easy. On one hand, Kaitlyn had Cheryl stay by Philip's side, constantly reminding him that her life was taken by Lyra, who was infatuated with him. On the other hand, Kaitlyn was in a foreign country, enjoying a comfortable life watered by Lyra's blood.

The plane soared into the clouds.

Sophia held the now-sleeping Emily in her arms, gently patting her back with her palm.

Only after Emily fell into a deep sleep did she turn to look at the clouds outside the window.

...Since you love death so much, why not just die then.