The wound that had not yet healed was torn open and blood flowed all over the ground.

But he did not even look at me and turned and rushed into the room.

Looking at their backs hugging each other, I smiled to myself.

He finally chose to give up on me.

Then I would give him back his freedom completely as he wished.

I staggered back to the bedroom and fell asleep with my child in my arms.

In my dream, I seemed to have returned to the day when Linwood confessed his love to me.

At that time, we were all members of the Scientific Expedition Team.

During a mission, I slipped and fell into an ice crack.

He rushed over to me like a madman and in order to hold me, he gritted his teeth and persisted even though his wrist was rubbed and bleeding.

After I was rescued, he hugged me trembling all over and confessed his love to me while crying.

Everyone said that he loved me dearly. 

But it was also him who pushed me into the abyss.

I was slapped hard in the face while I was dazed.

I opened my eyes in horror, only to meet Ruth's malicious eyes. "Bitch, how dare you come back? Why don't you just die in Antarctica?!

“You don’t really think that I am your aunt and the person who is with me every day is your uncle, right?”

I closed my eyes tiredly, my face indifferent as I answered, “It doesn't matter who he is. Don’t worry, I will take the child away from here soon.”

I thought if I made my position clear, she would stop making things difficult for me. But she laughed even more viciously. “It seems that my guess was right. You already knew the truth.

“But you are too naive. Do you think I will let you take Linwood's child away?

“When the child was still in your belly, he had someone check your blood type. He said it was just a bastard. As long as he could save my son, it did not matter even if he died!”

I looked at her in disbelief and it felt as if the blood in my body was flowing backwards.

The anger that suddenly rose in my chest made me completely lose my mind.

I raised my hand and slapped Ruth hard across the face.

But the next second, she knelt in front of me with her face covered and kowtowed to me desperately. “Jacquelyn, I beg you, please save my child. 

“The doctor said that with one last blood transfusion, he can survive. As long as you are willing to save him, I am willing even if you kill me!"

When I saw the bruise on her forehead, I finally realized something was wrong.

I picked up the child with a wary look in my eyes and turned to leave.

But it happened to bump into Linwood.

He could not hide his anger and asked harshly, “Jacquelyn, what are you doing! Why are you forcing your aunt to kneel down?”

I could not bear it any longer, grabbed his sleeve and cried out loud, “Linwood, she is the one who is forcing our child to donate blood. He is still so young, if he has his blood drawn again, he will die!

“You are his father, you won't bear to watch him die, right?”

Linwood did not answer immediately, but just looked at me with guilt in his eyes. “Jacquelyn, hand the child over. Your aunt has begged you so much, please don’t be so stubborn, okay?”

I was shocked all over and subconsciously hugged the child tightly and backed away as fast as I could.

However, Linwood grabbed me and tried to take the child from my hands.

Seeing that I refused to let go, he broke my fingers one by one.

My scalp was numb from the pain and I could not help but scream.

Linwood was so distressed that his eyes turned red.

But no matter how much I begged, he still cruelly snatched our child and gave it to Ruth.

I struggled desperately to rush over.

But he held me tightly in his arms, turned around and yelled at Ruth who looked very proud.

“Go quickly and ask the doctor to be gentle and not hurt Jacquelyn's child!”

Ruth’s figure completely disappeared, he carried me back to bed after I had cried so hard that I was exhausted.

Before leaving, he stroked my hair gently. “Jacquelyn, have a good sleep. When you wake up, everything will be back to normal!”

He did not dare look at me again, turned around and left in a hurry.

After he left, I struggled to get up and rushed to the hospital.

But the moment I got off the bus, I saw fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The doctors and nurses passing by me were discussing in a low voice, “Have you heard? These fireworks were specially set off by Mr. Christen to celebrate his child's complete recovery.”

“It's just a pity for his nephew. His blood is almost drained out and he is still lying in the Intensive Care Unit for treatment.”

I stood there in a daze, feeling as if my internal organs were being torn apart and the pain was excruciating.

When I stumbled into the hospital, I happened to see Linwood supporting Ruth as she walked out.

The moment he saw me, he still could not hide the joy in his eyes. “Jacquelyn, why are you here? Did not I tell you to have a good sleep?

“Are you worried about the child? Don’t worry, he's fine. I've found the best team to treat him.

“It's good that you're here. Your aunt has been too tired recently. I'll go back with her to rest. You stay and take care of Noelle for the next few days.”

I said nothing, just gritted my teeth and knelt at the door of the Intensive Care Unit.

But no matter how much I prayed, I eventually received the news of my child's death.

Looking at his body that was as pale as paper, I could not help crying and fainted.

When I woke up again, Linwood was still nowhere to be seen in the ward.

There were only a few words of concern from him on my phone.

He asked me how Noelle was doing and when he could come to pick us up and take us home.

I just find it ridiculous that he was so indifferent that he did not even know about his own son's death.

When I was struggling to get up, the message from my childhood sweetheart came in.

He asked me to get to the designated address as soon as possible and someone would pick me up and leave.

I silently wrote down the address, deleted the message and left the phone on the bedside table.

There was a recording in it, which was a conversation I secretly recorded while enduring the heartbreak on the night I learned the truth.

Also left behind was a suicide note written in my blood by biting my fingertips.

I wanted him to know that he was the one who pushed me into despair.

For the rest of his life, I want him to live in guilt and unrest, a life worse than death.

After doing all this, I staggered to the morgue.

Ignoring the doctor's obstruction, I picked up the child's body and left resolutely.

A day later, Linwood became a little impatient as he had not received my reply for a long time.

Ruth’s child has recovered and it was time for the fake death drama to come to an end.

He ignored Ruth's pleas and insisted on buying the plane tickets, sending them to the airport.

After completing the formalities, he did not dare to delay at all and rushed to the hospital to take me and the child home.

But just after parking the car, he received a call from his assistant.

His voice was trembling in the receiver, “Mr. Christen, the hospital called and said your child has died of blood loss.

“The police also called and said that Mrs. Jacquelyn left a suicide note and someone saw her jumping off a cliff holding the child's body.”