Chapter 18

Mr. Garcia’s POV Ever since I sold off my baby girl, my little Ava, I had never been able to snooze peacefully at night, without seeing my beautiful wife’s face in my dreams. She kept haunting me. Oh my goodness! I was fed up. I couldn’t feed her anymore. Yes, I despised her. I detested that brat, but on the other hand, she had always been a good daughter to me. She never once resented me for how I treated her, how I whacked, pulled, and abused her with various horrible names. She never insulted or smirked back at me. Ava did a lot of odd jobs to help put food on my table. She worked all hours of the day and night to pay off my gambling debts. My little girl barely lay down to sleep and slept peacefully at night. She was always working her ass off. However, I wasn’t guilty. Everything I did to her caused it. She deserved every pain I inflicted on her. She was a bastard child who killed off my lovely wife. The little orphan girl who was picked up in the street ended up snatching her lif