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My tears had almost dried up.
Over and over again, I cried out, “I’m sorry, Mom, I was wrong!”
I shouldn’t have married Patrick. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with him!
But it was all too late to undo. I could only watch as Heather wept and begged Patrick for
mercy.
Patrick was momentarily stunned.
But then he sneered, “I could let you go. My terms are simple. Just have Eliza show up and
donate bone marrow.”
From behind, Betty, who had been silently watching, sobbed, “Yes, Heather, I just want Eliza to donate bone marrow for me. Even though she lost her own child, mine can be born safely.
I’ll even let my child call her Godmother!”
Before my child was born, I had been so hopeful.
But now, everyone seemed to think the child could be easily discarded.
It was a pity… My child and I had already left this world!
That child would never have to witness such ugliness.
Suddenly, Michael, lying on the ground, began to laugh loudly, “Patrick, Eliza won’t find peace
even in the afterlife!
You’ve never believed she’s really dead, right? I’ve been looking for proof these past few
days.
Now, check my phone. My colleague should have sent over her electronic death certificate!”
Patrick froze, looking at Michael with suspicion.
Seeing Michael so adamant, he sneered, picked up Michael’s phone, unlocked it, and took a
quick look.
The moment he glanced at the screen, the coldness and disdain disappeared from Patrick’s
face, replaced by shock and confusion.
The color drained from his lips, leaving them pale, and his body trembled slightly as if he had
seen something terrifying.
Finally, with a shake of his hand, the phone fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Patrick’s voice was filled with disbelief. “Impossible! How could this happen…”
My death certificate on the phone screen was painfully clear.
Patrick’s eyes reddened in an instant, and without thinking, he grabbed Michael by the neck. “You forged this, didn’t you? You’re lying to me, aren’t you?”
Michael’s breath was weak, but he wore a mocking smile. “The seal on the death certificate can’t be faked. You need to face reality!
Eliza is really dead! She died giving birth to your child, died in childbirth!”
Patrick knew well enough that forgery was impossible.
He just refused to believe it, refused to accept that I, the one who had always stayed by his
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can’t be faked. You need to face reality!
Eliza is really dead! She died giving birth to your child, died in childbirth!”
Patrick knew well enough that forgery was impossible.
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He just refused to believe it, refused to accept that I, the one who had always stayed by his
side without complaint, would never be there again.
“Wait, the child… My child? Where is my child?”
Patrick staggered back a few steps and then suddenly looked up as though remembering “something, fixing Michael with a piercing stare.
Michael’s hand was still bleeding, but he couldn’t care less about bandaging it up.
“That child is dead, too! I buried that body with my own hands!” Michael laughed and cried at the same time as if he’d lost his mind. “The body was so tiny, so cold…
Maybe he never expected that his dad would be so cold–blooded and heartless!”
I thought about that child, too.
When I was first pregnant, Patrick gently stroked my belly and said, “This child will be so happy in the future.”
But later, that eagerly awaited child became a bast**d, a corpse!
Patrick stood frozen as if struck by lightning and staggered back a few steps.
Seeing this, Betty quickly grabbed Patrick’s sleeve. “Patrick, I’m just as sad as you about Eliza and her child. But don’t forget, I’m pregnant, too…”
Patrick paused, his expression softening a little.
“Patrick, this woman is a liar! Everything she said to you is a lie! It was not her who helped yo after your parents passed. She was just pretending to be sick and pregnant!”
Michael turned his fury on Betty, his eyes blazing with rage.
Betty, looking completely wronged, burst into tears. “Patrick, don’t you believe me?”
It was always the same. Whenever she cried, Patrick would always stand by her
unconditionally.
But this time, Patrick’s expression was hard to read.
He said, “We’ll find out who’s lying soon enough.”
