Bab 216: Falling into the grave

It was 2 Am, yet, the Smith mansion blazed with lit chandeliers and bulbs. Mrs. Smith paced back and forth in their bedroom, sometimes looking out the window.

As the hours ticked by, her anxiety grew, her mind raced with bad thoughts. As a mother, she had a premonition that something was wrong, or about to go wrong.

She looked toward the bed, annoyed that her husband had the heart to sleep. Gritting her teeth, she stormed to the bed and yanked the covers off his body.

"Our daughter is not home and you're busy sleeping!" she yelled.

"Woman, don't start, please!" her husband's irritated voice made her explode.

"What kind of a father are you?! Our daughter became that way because of you, and yet you don't feel any remorse!"

Sitting up, Mr. Smith questioned? "How is it my fault that the daughter you raised has become worthless and uncouth? Had you kept an eye on her, she wouldn't have brought shame into this family!"