บท 313: She Stole My Baby

Wu Bai Hee lay in bed, staring at the painting across from her. She had been forced to prop herself up against the headboard of the bed, but she couldn't sit up too much because of her pain. 

How could they leave her alone like this? She wanted to yell and scream, to rage against the cruel world that had reduced her to this state. She had experienced pain in her first life. The abuse she suffered was horrible and left long lasting scars that she still felt to this day…

But it was nothing compared to the pain she was having right now. Would it have been so bad to have given her something to help with it? Or was that bitch trying to kill her? 

Or maybe that bitch was trying to push her until she killed herself. Could that be the 'Angel's' plan? 

That way, her hand would be clean… and the people would still love her. 

It was really an ingenious plan, one that she, herself, might have come up with.