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“Miss Barren, I beg you, allow me to see Eleanor one final time.
Alma’s cold laughter echoed from behind the door, “Mr. Riverton, you seem to have plenty of free time, scaling 49 floors overnight. When’s the wedding following that proposal?”
Gerald’s brow furrowed, his heart uneasy as he explained, “Miss Barren, my proposal to Joanne was necessary. The recent incident. left her severely depressed, and I had no choice but to fulfill her wish.”
“Rubbish!” I was surprised to hear such blunt language from the usually calm and gentle Alma.
She continued, “Gerald, are you truly fulfilling someone else’s desire, or satisfying your own selfish wants? You know the truth! How could anyone be diagnosed with severe depression in just two days?”
“Only someone as blind as you would repeatedly fall for this! Gerald, did you hesitate at all when you cut open Eleanor’s abdomen? Eleanor was aware of her clotting disorder, yet she still carried your child! Gerald, you deserve death!”
Outside, Gerald stood motionless, raising his head in shock, his lips quivering uncontrollably, “What? Miss Barren, are you saying the child in Eleanor’s womb is truly mine?” Gerald’s words stabbed my heart like a sharp needle.
I never imagined that after eight years together, he couldn’t offer even the most basic trust in our marriage. No wonder he rem: ned so composed after cutting me open, indifferent to my fate for thre days and nights.
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He likely thought he was doing me a favor by coming to sex
last time.
Alma smiled, but quickly decided against showing Gerald the paternity test results.
She took a deep breath, containing her anger, “Gerald, I will neve allow you near Eleanor again. Today, I will adopt her as my sister From now on, she is the Barren Family’s second daughter. I will inter her ashes in the Barren Family cemetery!”
Warmth welled up in my eyes and I frowned, “Miss Parren.”
Alma shook her head, gesturing for me to remain quiet and let ber handle everything.
My brother was the last person who had comforted me, but kanne had killed him. And the husband I had loved for eight years stood firmly by her side.
A bitter sensation rose in my throat, and I fell silent once more.
Outside, Gerald could still be heard knocking his head on the floor aggressively rejecting nurses who tried to treat his wound.
