All Chapters of Mummy, please go back to Daddy.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

**Cherry's POV** Everything was happening so fast. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood frozen, staring at the file in my hands. My fingers trembled as I turned the pages, scanning the damning evidence that confirmed my worst fears. My parents had discovered Gabriel's illegal dealings—embezzling company funds—and they had planned to report him. That was why he had them killed. The weight of that realization settled deep in my bones, making my breath hitch. Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away. Not now. There was no time for emotions. I turned to Dylan, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is it. This is the proof I’ve been searching for.” But before he could respond, a loud commotion interrupted the moment. “Let go of me!” Dylan and I both turned towards the sound, and my blood ran cold when I saw her—Dylan’s mother. Her face was contorted in pain as a burly man held her arm in a tight grip. My heart lurched, panic bubbling in my chest. And then I saw him. Gab

Dylan's POV I dialed Maurice’s number with trembling fingers, my mind racing. I needed his help—desperately. Cherry’s innocence was at stake, and I knew that without a powerful defense, she would be condemned for a crime she didn’t commit. Maurice was one of the most respected lawyers in the entire city, a man whose name alone could send shivers down a prosecutor’s spine. But more than that, he was a good friend—one of the very few I could trust in this mess.When he answered, his deep voice carried a hint of concern.“Dylan? This is unexpected. What’s going on?”“I need your help, Maurice,” I said, my voice urgent. “Cherry has been wrongfully accused. I need you to defend her in court.”There was silence on the other end for a moment before he finally sighed. “Dylan… you know Gabriel is behind this, don’t you?”I swallowed hard. Of course, I knew. My cousin, Gabriel, was the mastermind of this entire ordeal. He was cunning, manipulative, and above all, careful. Maurice’s voice turne

Cherry’s POVI couldn't believe what I was hearing. Weakness? What did Dylan and Maurice mean by that? Their words puzzled me, but I didn't have time to dwell on it. My body felt exhausted from the days—no, weeks—maybe even months I had spent locked in this prison. The cold walls, the lifeless air, the feeling of being caged like an animal… It was unbearable. And yet, every time I asked for updates, they kept assuring me that everything would be fine.But a part of me doubted that. Deep down, I had a nagging feeling that my time here wouldn’t last much longer. Was that hope? Or just another cruel trick my mind was playing on me? Because more than anything, I just wanted to see my daughter. Selena. My heart ached just thinking about her, picturing her tiny hands reaching for me, her innocent eyes searching for her mother. Had she been crying for me? Had she asked where I was?A lump formed in my throat, but I forced myself to focus. Right now, I needed to p

Gabriel’s POVIt had been nearly six months since everything crumbled. Six months since the trials, the investigations, and the bloodshed that stained my hands—though not in the way I had intended. I never wanted Cherry dead. No, she was the only person I truly cared about in that godforsaken mess. My plan had been simple: eliminate Dylan. But Sharon—reckless, unpredictable Sharon—had turned the gun on Cherry.The deafening crack of the gunshot still haunted my nights. The moment replayed in slow motion: Cherry’s widened eyes, the sharp gasp that never turned into a scream, the way her body crumpled to the ground before Maurice even had a chance to react. And then, chaos. Maurice lunged forward, but another shot rang out—this time, the bullet lodged deep into his chest. I remember the way his mouth opened in shock, his hands trembling as they clutched his wound. The horror, the betrayal written all over his face as he collapsed beside Cherry.Everything after that was a blur. Sirens.

Cherry’s POVMy heart pounded against my ribcage, each beat a deafening echo in my ears. My hands trembled, my vision blurred with unshed tears as Gabriel’s cruel laughter filled the abandoned house. I stood frozen, my entire body paralyzed with terror, staring at my daughter—my sweet, innocent Selena—tied to a chair, her cheeks streaked with tears. Her small body shuddered with every sob, her wrists raw from struggling against the tight ropes."Mommy!" she cried, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Mommy, please help me!"My knees buckled beneath me, but I forced myself to stay upright. I had to be strong—for her. For my baby. My vision flickered between her terrified face and the gun clutched in Gabriel’s shaking hands, the muzzle pointed directly at her head.No.This couldn't be happening.“Gabriel, please,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. “She’s just a child. She has nothing to do with this. Let her go, and I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt her. Please…”But Ga