Chapter 470 Choking to Death
Niamh reached out and picked up Warmie. Holding such a small child in her arms gave Niamh the urge to throw her out.
Warmie's neck was so slender and tender that a gentle pinch would break it.
And her little fingers were so tiny and tender. Niamh's mind was filled with malicious thoughts. If one or two of her fingers were broken, it would surely be excruciating. Finnegan and Ophelia would probably be heartbroken.
"Warmie, you're so pretty," Niamh praised on the surface, but in her heart, she wished to bite Warmie's neck.
The nanny prepared the formula milk and said, "Give her to me, please."
"It's okay. I'll feed her," Niamh smiled kindly. "I plan to get married and have children in the future, so consider this early practice."
The nanny didn't think much of it. "Alright. Holding the bottle like this will prevent choking Warmie. The consequences of choking are very serious."
The nanny taught Niamh how to feed Warmie.
As Niamh heard that, evil thoughts arose in her mind once again.
Niamh had seen online that some children had choked to death.
If Warmie choked to death, Finnegan and Ophelia would undoubtedly be in agony.
Niamh placed the bottle near Warmie's mouth. Warmie sniffed the scent, opened her mouth, and sucked on the teat eagerly. She was indeed hungry.
Warmie was very well-behaved while drinking the milk, with big eyes and a cute appearance, which was very endearing.
The nanny praised Warmie, saying, "Warmie is so well-behaved, not willful at all, very easy to take care of. And she's so pretty, just like Mrs. Abbott. She will grow up to be a beauty."
Hearing the nanny praise Ophelia and Warmie, Niamh was even more envious.
Niamh tightly held the bottle and raised it so that when Warmie was drinking eagerly, she suddenly choked.
Warmie's face turned red from choking, unable to breathe, crying loudly with her mouth wide open. As she cried, she couldn't catch her breath, her little face turning purple, and soon there was no movement.
Niamh laughed triumphantly. Warmie was dead, and she wanted to see how Finnegan and Ophelia would suffer.
Niamh's laughter was somewhat chilling, startling the nanny. She looked at Niamh in confusion. "What's wrong with you?"
The nanny's voice brought Niamh back to reality. She looked at Warmie in her arms, her face frozen. It was all her imagination just now. Warmie hadn't actually choked.
After finishing the milk, the nanny took Warmie from Niamh's arms. "Warmie is full and might spit up. I'll take care of her."
The nanny had Warmie lie on her shoulder and gently patted her back.
Niamh's face darkened. 'The little brat is still alive. Why hasn't she choked to death just now?' she thought.
"Warmie."
Ophelia entered with a smile. Not seeing Warmie for a while made her worry. Knowing she was in the lounge, she came over.
Seeing Niamh there, too, Ophelia panicked momentarily. She immediately looked at her daughter to make sure Warmie was okay.
The nanny said, "Mrs. Abbott, Warmie just finished her milk."
Ophelia nodded at the nanny and turned to Niamh with a stern tone. "What are you doing here? Get out. If you dare to come near my daughter and harm her, I will make you pay."
Ophelia didn't bother to put on a fake smile for Niamh.
Seeing Ophelia's unfriendly attitude toward Niamh, the nanny started feeling flustered. 'Did Mrs. Abbott and the young lady have some conflicts?' she thought.
She had just handed Warmie over to the young lady. If Ophelia had found it out, then she would get into trouble.
Niamh stood up. "Ophelia, why are you so scared? I just came to see Warmie. After all, I am Warmie's aunt, aren't I? Ophelia, we're cousins, right?"
In terms of relationship, Niamh and Ophelia were indeed cousins.
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