I stood barefoot on the messy ground, ran downstairs, and saw the baby bed that was torn apart.

It was haphazardly piled with the children's clothes and shoes that Brian had accompanied me to buy in the mall.

But... the auspicious bag I had embroidered for the child for three months was gone.

"Where is the auspicious bag?"

Rosalind shrugged, "It was an eyesore, I simply threw it away."

"Where did you throw it?"

"In the garden, or maybe the swimming pool, who remembers such a worthless thing..."

"If I can't find the auspicious bag, neither you nor Brian will have a good life."

I pushed her away and ran...