The Last Call Home
Language: en
In the seventh year after being brought back home, I had already followed my parents' demands, married a man I didn't like, and raised a three-year-old daughter. The fake heiress, one year older than me, still acted spoiled in my family's arms because she was "still young." The dispute between the real and fake heiress had long become a thing of the past. My home should have returned to peace. So, when I was about to be beaten to death by my husband, I called my family. "I'm dying. Can you come and pick Lily up, just like you picked me up back then?"