"Joseph, take it and throw it away." It was the first time that Hardy had seen a dead body, so it terrified him. His face crumpled at the sight of it.

"Oh, my dear father, you're not fearless after all. Look how pitiful this child is. He died before he was even born, and was disliked by his own father. Alas, pitiful." Pretending to be sympathetic, Joseph sighed.

Seeing Derrick's frightened face, he felt extremely happy, and he felt a sense of pride deep within him.

Hardy reached for the bottle and said, "Let's go, Joseph. Let your father have a rest. You've let off enough steam."

To stop him from reaching the bottle, Joseph held Hardy's hand. "Uncle, stay out of this. This child has nothing to do with you. Don't worry. I will put him here, so when my father misses my little brother, he will be the first thing my dad will see once he looks up."

"Joseph, you... Hey, don't pull me." But Joseph still dragged Hardy towards the door.

"Joseph, take this dead child

. I know what to do." With a sneer, David stood up.

"Okay," Derrick replied.

"Then I'll leave now." When David was about to leave, Derrick shouted, "Mr. Wang, take the bottle away. I'm afraid of that." He really couldn't bear to look at the dead child.

David turned around and smiled. "Just leave it here for the time being. I don't want Joseph to know that I have been here."

Feeling helpless, Derrick let out a heavy sigh. "Okay...okay." Then David finally left the room.

The more Derrick looked at the dead baby in the bottle, the more frightened he was. So he decided to stab it with a stick.

Just like what happened when he stabbed the camera, the bottle fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

A nurse came in after hearing a glass got broken.

"Ah! What's this?" When the nurse saw the fetus swimming in his own blood, she covered her nose and ran out.

Looking at the cold dead baby, Derrick sneered. "Little guy, I must make Charles pay the price."