Chapter 9
“Vera, why are you at the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?”
“Which department are you going to? Let me take you there–I know doctors here…”
Paisley’s face darkened as she pulled at Garrett.
“I’m your woman now…”
Garrett impatiently raised his arm, trying to shake her off.
But Paisley lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her skirt was instantly stained crimson.
She looked at Garrett with a pale face.
“Garrett, quickly take me to the emergency room–our child…”
Garrett looked at her with disgust and even stepped back.
“I already told you the baby can’t be saved. Still dreaming of having my child? You’re delusional.”
Seeing Garrett like this, I couldn’t believe I had spent ten years with him.
I coldly pushed away his fawning arm.
“Take care of her. After all, she’s carrying your child.”
With that, I strode away.
Walking out of the hospital, I ran into my mother hurrying in.
I passed by her expressionlessly.
“Vera…”
I turned back. She looked conflicted as she took two steps forward.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you…”
“Paisley came to me three years ago. She brought photos of Adrian, and that’s how I knew she was Adrian’s daughter.”
“I was the one who introduced her to Garrett.”
“I knew that with her physical condition, she had no prospects for marriage, so I hoped Garrett could bring you to adopt her as a daughter to care for.”
“I never expected she and Garrett would end up together…”
I interrupted her directly.
“We’ve already signed the papers severing our relationship, so telling me this is meaningless. But I won’t block your contact
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Chapter 9
information, because…”
My eyes grew moist, and I didn’t finish the sentence before striding away.
Because in all those years, she had also genuinely cared for me, the daughter she could never bring herself to abort.
I believed that all those years of companionship and the unconscious sincerity and tenderness she showed weren’t fake.
The day before going abroad, I called Harrison.
“Those who caused me physical harm without cause, who insulted me online, who threatened me–I leave them to you.”
The law has a long arm, and the internet is not beyond legal reach.
Soon after, Harrison gave me an update.
Those who ignored the law, including Logan Pierce, all received their due punishment.
And Paisley never made it to the operating room that day at the hospital–she died from various complications.
My former mother, in a moment of desperation, stabbed Garrett.
“Bastard, you destroyed both my daughters.”
Learning all this, I didn’t know what to say.
Each of us harbors different desires and various dissatisfactions in our hearts. We all need an outlet.
But this outlet might cost us a price we’ll regret.
The future is still long.
May we hold fast to our original intentions, fear nothing, and walk toward the light!
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