To Save My Troubled Daughter, I Transformed My Husband
Language: en
In the maternity ward, Lawrence held our daughter, grinning wide. "Claire, you’re awake. Look, here’s our daughter." Looking down at the baby wrapped in blankets, I clenched my fists, trembling all over. I knew that one day, my daughter would grow up and kill me. This was my third time coming back. In my last two lives, I died at my daughter’s hands. She was born with a cold heart, ungrateful—a daughter who would betray her own mother. I raised my hand high. "Claire, what are you doing?" Lawrence looked at me in shock. "Smack." My hand connected with his cheek. A father, yet he left her…