Chapter 5

When I got home, James followed me in shortly after.

Seeing the mud from the cemetery on the soles of my shoes, he looked puzzled:

"Lily, where did you go?"

I calmly took off my shoes and handed them to the housekeeper:

"I went out for a walk. It was crowded and I accidentally stepped in some landscaping."

James didn't think much of it and urged me to change shoes so we could go to the family dinner.

By the time James and I arrived, all the Potters were already there.

Amy bounced over, rudely shoving me aside with a disgusted pout:

"James! You finally came back, why did you bring her?"

My waist slammed hard into the shoe cabinet, making me break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Amy looked at my exposed wrist with revulsion:

"Her skin looks like it has bugs crawling on it. If I were her, I'd rather scrape off my skin than come out and disgust people."

James' eyes were full of indulgence:

"You're still so childish even at this age. Lily, don't take offense."

Childish?

What kind of child tries to kill a baby less than a month old?

I suppressed my hatred and smiled:

"It's fine. Let's go in quickly."

James was very pleased with my docile demeanor.

As soon as we sat down, my mother-in-law started mocking me coldly:

"Bad luck charm, making us wait for you to eat when we invited you home for dinner!"

My mother-in-law had always been very dissatisfied that James gave up shares to get my divorce agreement.

Not to mention that James had a falling out with the family to marry me and hadn't come back to see her in three years.

Amy's eyes flashed with glee:

"Mom, my sister-in-law is the apple of James' eye. You shouldn't talk like that or he'll be upset."

My mother-in-law's expression grew even more unpleasant.

James glanced at me, still staring intently at Amy as he spoke:

"What do you mean 'apple of my eye'? Don't say such nonsense."

Seeing how nervous and concerned he was about Amy,

My eyes couldn't help but sting.

Such an obvious thing, yet it took me three years to realize.

Fortunately, I woke up in time that day and didn't let his plan succeed.

Just seven more days.

Then I can leave completely, taking my Daisy with me.

After dinner, the Potters gathered to discuss next week's wedding details.

I sat alone to the side, typing with lowered eyes:

"One more thing, before the plan starts, help me go to the cemetery."

"Don't let anyone find out."

I got up midway to use the restroom and ran into Amy on my way out.

Disgust flashed across her face, but she grabbed my arm as I was about to move aside.

"Sister-in-law, come help me see how the nursery I prepared looks."

With that, she dragged me upstairs.

The room that had once been burned black was now completely renovated.

It was filled with warm baby items.

Amy smiled maliciously and smugly:

"Sister-in-law, what do you think of this nursery?"

I froze in place.

Desperately telling myself to endure.

If James found out the hypnosis didn't work,

I would be in an even more dangerous situation than when I was imprisoned and monitored back then.

But Amy wouldn't let me go. She pulled up my sleeve.

Lightly tracing my scars with a fruit knife she had grabbed,

"I heard from James that after seeing the therapist, sister-in-law doesn't really remember how she got burned."

"If you ask me, sister-in-law's mental illness is really scary. Back then, you tried to commit suicide by setting fire to this room in the middle of the night. You almost burned our whole family to death."

I looked at Amy in disbelief.

I tried to commit suicide?

How dare she turn things around like this?

Seeing the anger in my eyes, Amy viciously cut off a piece of skin from my arm:

"What are you glaring at? I finally got you to divorce Zack, but then you turned around and married my brother with this disgusting skin."

"You think my brother likes you that much? He told me that every night he sleeps next to you, he feels like vomiting."

I trembled in pain:

"You psycho! Murderer!"

Amy laughed coldly and cruelly, raising the knife for another cut:

"You're right to curse me. I've wanted to have someone kill you for a long time, just like I killed that little bastard you gave birth to."