The baby's cries came through, a sudden sound, like an alarm ringing in Violet Zimmerman's heart.
In a mother's heart, her child is always the top priority. With a sudden movement, Violet Zimmerman stood up, ready to attend to her child.
One leg hadn't left the bathtub when the man towered above her grabbed her back, tossing her into the tub again.
Daxton Lancaster's taut facial features emitted a coldness that was devoid of empathy.
Violet Zimmerman sat back in the bathtub, clutching Daxton Lancaster's leg, "Robert is crying."
For a mother, her child is her heart; she was his biological mom, how could she just watch her child cry without doing anything!
"Crying helps with digestion." Daxton Lancaster said coldly.
"Continue, it felt good earlier."
In the room, Robert Lancaster's cries grew louder, the baby persisted in crying without adult comfort.
"Violet, Daxton, what's wrong with Robert? Why does he keep crying? Is he uncomfortable?"
