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A child played in the middle of the road, standing out starkly.
He let out deliberate bursts of laughter, clearly trying to catch my attention.
The bodyguard trailing behind me couldn’t help but grumble.
“Whose kid is this? The parents are way too careless, letting him run around like that…”
Mid–sentence, he suddenly fell silent, as if remembering how my own child had died.
“Ms. Blackwood… My apologies, I spoke out of turn. Should I go and send the child back?”
I shook my head.
I mused, “If he’s determined to get himself killed, what does that have to do with me?
His own mother isn’t worried; why should I foolishly intervene?”
Besides, Oscar deserved to die. He was not innocent.
In my past life, I had risked my own life to save him. I had raised him as my own. But his
biological mother had used him as bait, treating him like a mere pawn in her schemes.
Even so, Oscar had still sided with his real mother, helping Celeste destroy me.
If he were to die under the wheels of a car today, the blame lay solely on his own mother. It
had nothing to do with me.
I got into the car without hesitation and ordered the driver to leave. I had no reason to waste
another second there.
From a nearby alley, Celeste had been watching me the whole time, and now she was
starting to panic.
As my car drew closer, I could see the twisted, malicious look on her face, one she hadn’t had
time to hide.
She probably still felt I hadn’t noticed Oscar yet.
Then, I saw her subtly gesture to the child, signaling him to run toward my car.
As I watched Oscar running towards me, I thought, “Is she trying to have her son stage an
accident with me?”
Things had already deviated from my past life.
A massive truck suddenly roared down the street, heading straight for Oscar.
I didn’t stop. Then I heard Celeste’s heart–wrenching cries coming from behind.
I closed my eyes, refusing to look at the carnage in the rearview mirror. A fleeting pang of unease flickered through me.
But I was no saint. I had no sympathy for the ones who had orchestrated my murder.
I simply thought of my Oliver.
“Had he suffered the same kind of pain when he died?” I thought.
Celeste was a mother, just like me, but I could never understand her twisted mind.
I wondered, “Is wealth truly so important?
Important enough for her to gamble with her own son’s life?”
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I simply thought of my Univer.
“Had he suffered the same kind of pain when he died?” I thought.
Celeste was a mother, just like me, but I could never understand her twisted mind.
I wondered, “Is wealth truly so important?
Important enough for her to gamble with her own son’s life?”
When Elliott had married me, his family’s business was already failing.
As the CEO of a publicly traded company, I had injected capital to keep his business afloat.
However, in the past few years, it had been barely scraping by. Essentially, this family
survived on my support.
Celeste was insatiable. She wasn’t satisfied with Elliott’s meager wealth; she had set her
sights on mine.
She even manipulated Elliott, urging him to join in the plot to have me killed.
I had come to this mall today to discuss a joint venture, a detail only a handful of people
knew. Elliott was one of them.
Celeste lying in wait here was no coincidence; he must have tipped her off.
I had never trusted anyone completely, which was why, despite being married for years, Elliott had never gained a foothold in my company.
I figured he was getting desperate.
Ever since Oliver’s death, I had grown increasingly indifferent to marital intimacy, making the
possibility of another child nearly nonexistent.
Elliott was in a hurry to seize my fortune and finally live as he pleased.
He knew I’d never name him in my will, so he had come up with this elaborate scheme, to
ensure I had a “child” under my name.
Then, over time, they would brainwash me into leaving my assets to that child.
In my past life, I had been blinded by motherly love, fooled by Oscar’s face. I had fallen right
into their trap.
My real estate, my luxury cars, my shares in the company, I had added Oscar’s name to
everything in my will.
I mused, “How well they planned it all.
But Oliver is your child too, Elliott.
Not only did you show no grief over his death, but you also used it to weave this web of lies
against me.
Fine, then. Both of you will go to hell to keep Oliver company.”
Behind me, Celeste watched in shock as my car drove away without so much as slowing
down.
Her mind reeled. “Why? Didn’t she see Oscar’s face? Why didn’t she save him?”
She stared at her son, lying in a pool of blood, her expression twisted with hatred. Biting
her tears, she finally dialed for an ambulance.
I glanced at the rearview mirror, watching her figure grow smaller and smaller in the
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her tears, she finally dialed for an ambulance,
I glanced at the rearview mirror, watching her figure grow smaller and smaller in the
distance.
The hospital was right next to us.
The fact that an ambulance hadn’t arrived yet could only mean Celeste hadn’t called immediately.
She had been waiting. Waiting to see if I would take the bait.
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In the final moment before she vanished from my sight, I saw her finally raise her phone.
Looking at her sorrowful face, I couldn’t help but find her laughable.
She had so many chances to save her son. But she had let them slip by, all for the sake of her scheme.
She watched helplessly as her child’s breath grew weaker and weaker. It was all because of her own actions. Her sorrow didn’t deserve my sympathy.
I closed my eyes, resting for a moment. There was still a bigger problem waiting for me ahead.
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