Page 3 of The philandering husband eloped with the orphaned girl

My phone was shattered, so I had no choice but to find a shady spot to rest with my daughter.

The little one leaned softly against me, asking in her tender voice, "Mommy, who were those people just now? Why were they saying mean things? When is Daddy coming to pick us up?"

I gently kissed her forehead, softly telling her, "Those were bad people, Nina. Don't mind them. Daddy will be here soon to pick us up. Let's wait patiently, okay?"

She nodded vigorously, and her expression made me kiss her little cheek again.

The weather was getting hotter. I told my daughter to sit quietly here and wait while I went to get some water.

But when I came back with the water, I suddenly heard my daughter crying loudly, "Mommy, help me! Let go of me!"

The sight before my eyes broke my heart.

Novia was clutching my daughter by the neck, slamming her onto the ground.

Seeing this, my rage erupted. All reason vanished.

I lunged forward and slapped Novia hard across the face.

Just as I snatched Nina from her grasp,

Michael rushed over.

Novia was already crying uncontrollably, snot and tears running down her face as she threw herself into his arms. "Michael, I saw her alone there and just wanted to be nice and keep her company. But then this child suddenly bit me! I only said a few words to her, and Sister Elma rushed over and hit me!"

Michael looked at the red mark on her face and the teeth marks on her hand. His face instantly turned cold, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Elma Pollitt, how dare you lay a hand on my woman?! You truly don't respect me!"

He grabbed my hair and ruthlessly kicked me in the chest.

The kick was so heavy that I coughed up blood.

My chest throbbed with excruciating pain, as if my whole body was falling apart.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

My daughter's heartbreaking screams came from behind me.

Michael didn't seem satisfied. He turned and slapped my daughter, sending her sprawling onto the ground.

"You little brute! If your mom can't control you, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Hearing my child's cries, my heart twisted with pain.

I struggled to crawl towards her, but Michael stepped on my head, pinning me to the ground.

Novia walked over, hugged my crying daughter, and clamped her hand over Nina's mouth, forcibly muffling her cries. Nina's face turned bright red from holding her breath.

"Sister Elma, since you don't know how to raise a child, making her suffer so much, why don't you let me take her?"

Michael looked down at me with a cold sneer. "Stop talking nonsense. This woman doesn't deserve to be a mother. The child belongs to me today. You'll never see her again."

His leather shoe pressed down heavily on my back, and he continued with his cruel words: "She can't even control a child. If this keeps up, this little brat will grow up to be just like you, causing trouble. Might as well get rid of her now."

"Michael!" I shrieked, suddenly grabbing his ankle, my nails digging into his flesh. I screamed the truth hysterically

"She's only three! She's not your child at all! She's Richard Bill's child! And I'm Richard Bill's wife, the current Mrs. Bill!"

As my voice echoed.

Everyone's faces instantly changed.

Then, piercing laughter erupted.

"Hahaha, Mr. Dryden, what is this woman spouting? If she's Mrs. Bill, then I must be the richest person in the world! Are you serious? Is she out of her mind?!"

"What nonsense! Everyone knows Mr. Bill's wife is a beautiful, elegant woman. This tramp, picking up garbage, thinks she can compare?"

"Yeah, and the Bill family only has one young master. That little girl beside her isn't even fit to carry Mr. Bill's son's shoes."

Amidst the noisy laughter, Michael grabbed me and yanked me off the ground.

"Elma Pollitt, you really don't prepare your lies, do you? Someone as high-and-mighty as Richard Bill, do you think he'd even glance at a woman like you, a woman I tossed aside?"

Michael's eyes were full of contempt, as if I were a piece of dirt on the ground.

"I was actually wondering if you were genuinely remorseful, if I could take you back. But it turns out you're not only unrepentant, you're also trying to cling to Mr. Bill. Elma Pollitt, your very essence is worse than this trash. No matter how much you wash, you're still garbage."

Before he finished speaking, Michael picked up a nearby garbage can and dumped it over my head.

The putrid smell quickly enveloped me, making me gag.

The surrounding managers pinched their noses and laughed.

"Well done! That's how you teach people like her a lesson."

One man offered a suggestion.

"Mr. Dryden, rumor has it that Mr. Bill is extremely protective of his wife. If he knew someone was impersonating his wife, he certainly wouldn't let her off easily. I know there's a cold storage nearby. Let's lock her in there and let Mr. Bill deal with her personally when he arrives. Then our collaboration project will surely be a go."

Looking at this group of ugly-faced people, my heart filled with hatred.

Michael stared at me and sighed.

"Elma Pollitt, I'm giving you one last chance to apologize. Just kneel down and apologize to Novia in public, and I'll let you go. Otherwise"

"You wish!"

Seeing my defiance, Michael's expression turned completely cold.

He gave a look, and several burly men immediately swarmed me, binding my hands and feet before tossing me into the cold storage.

In the freezing cold storage, below ten degrees Celsius, my entire body quickly became covered in frost.

A strong will to survive made me incessantly bang on the door, desperately scratching at the metal with all my might. My nails were ripped off, exposing raw, bloody flesh.

My daughter cried out for Mommy from outside, only to be slapped several times.

"Who do you call 'Mommy'? From now on, *I'm* your only mommy! You little thing!"

Seeing Nina continue to cry uncontrollably, Novia simply stuffed a foul-smelling rag into her mouth.

Suddenly, a roaring sound came from a distance. A black Maybach screeched to a halt beside them.

A pair of perfectly tailored long legs stepped onto the ground, and a custom suit outlined the cold, handsome figure of the newcomer.

He was holding a cute little boy in his arms.

In the split second before my consciousness faded, I heard someone shriek:

"Mr. Bill and the young master are here!"