Chapter 3

Still engulfed in sadness, a pair of warm hands gently wiped away my tears and pulled me into an embrace.

“Don’t be scared. I’m here. Is your wound still hurting? I had the doctor prepare a special painkiller for you.”

“I found a top doctor who can perform skin graft surgery. You’ll get your beautiful body back. Just sleep a bit, and you’ll be as good as new.”

I felt the warmth of his embrace, just like every time he comforted me when I was upset before.

But now, all I felt was coldness, and the man before me seemed unfamiliar.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at him earnestly: “Declan, will I really go back to how I was before? Will I see again? Where’s our Phoebe? I...”

I still wanted to test the importance of my daughter and me in his heart, hoping for a bit of conscience to save us.

But I was wrong. The next moment, I felt his body stiffen, and he interrupted me harshly: “Enough. You’re a mother now. We’ve been married for so long. Don’t you trust me? Do you still think you’re a beauty-loving little girl? Don’t let Phoebe learn your vanity.”

Seeing my pale face, he finally realized his harsh tone. He gently stroked my hair: “Don’t worry. I’m here. I won’t abandon you. Be brave for Phoebe, alright?”

Can sleeping really make everything disappear? No, waking up will only bring more sorrow and deceit.

I closed my eyes, feeling his kiss on my forehead.

Then, from somewhere, a needle pierced my body, and my consciousness blurred.

The bright lights above shone, causing my already blurry eyes discomfort.

At that moment, I could only feel the blood leaving my body, the cold machines working inside, and the smell of burning flesh entering my nose.

Beside me seemed to be another person undergoing surgery, radiating happiness.

I knew that was Adeline, the next owner of my kidney. Tears involuntarily flowed again.

The surgery went well. My waist and abdomen were wrapped in heavy bandages, just like the heavy barriers in our relationship.

“Cora, you’re really brave. Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen. Be careful of wound infection.”

“Our Phoebe would be proud of her mom if she knew. By the way, I adopted a child named Milo. He’s a little man too. We’ll always be here with you, giving you strength.”

Now, he couldn’t wait to announce Milo’s identity in front of me. The happiness surrounding him was probably because they were reunited as a family.

Once, I’d have thought he was a reliable husband, felt happiness in the family. But now, I only sensed his uncertain tone and that coldness.

Turns out, love and indifference are so obvious. I was not just blind but also blind in heart, ignoring the deceit.

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