My son?
"What do you mean?"
Whitney looks at me with disdain and sneers, "Don't you understand? Jane, you're really stupid to the
extreme. Do you really think Earl is my child? My baby died before it was born due to a winding cord!
Then I gave you that dead child to make you think your child was dead. Anyway, making you suffer for
so long is worth all the effort I put in."
"It's just that having to help you raise your child is just too much for me to bear. Now that your child
could die at any moment, I'm happy to tell you the news. Maybe I'll even get to see you taste the pain
of losing a child again."
The expression on Whitney's face is crazy. One could imagine just how much she hates me.
Now that Earl is in the intensive care unit, she is still so happy. I really hate her to the point that I want
to strangle her.
However, in my heart, I couldn't restrain my excitement.
It turns out that Earl is my child.
He has always been by my side. I like him and care about everything about him, but I don't know that
he is my child.
But now, I personally knock my child into the intensive care unit. How can I forgive myself!
"I want to see my child! My child!"
Earl, you must be fine.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
I struggle to get off the bed, but fall to the ground.
I'm aching all over.
The dense pain coming from my body almost makes me faint.
But I don't care about it. At this moment, I just want to see my child.
I just want to know if there's anything wrong with Earl.
I've already lost him once. I absolutely can't lose him again.
I couldn't get up, so I lumber to the ground and crawl step by step toward the outside.
When I pass by Whitney's side, she stretches out her leg and kicks me hard on the back.
"Jane, you look like a dying dog that is struggling to survive, everyone wants to kick you when they see
you."
She kicks me hard.
I feel my organs twisted together, barely able to move forward.
But I am so eager to see my child that I don't care about anything.
Until Whitney kicks me even harder.
I can't hide! I can't escape! I could only close my eyes and wait for her to kick me.
"Whitney, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, I hear Frances shouting.
Then, something falls to the ground.
I open my eyes and see the wheelchair overturned by Frances. Whitney is lying on the ground in pain.
She looks desperate.
Her tears flow down the corner of her eyes and she says self-deprecatingly, "I'm so stupid that I
believed in the content of that text message. You don't love me, but I still jumped into the trap myself
with a glimmer of hope. Fortunately, I'm alive, then you would watch me torture this woman bit by bit."
"Whitney, if you dare to hurt her again, I will definitely kill you!"
Frances' eyes are filled with rage.
I know that Whitney doesn't care about anything anymore.
Despair is the greatest sorrow.
A woman who is desperate, could do anything.
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