Our daughter was gone, and Jack couldn't even be bothered to go to the hospital to confirm it.The recent news had given Vicky a taste of fame. She quickly capitalized on it by starting her own video channel, which had already gained 100,000 followers.She was live streaming the movie's opening ceremony.In the screen, Jack wore a carefully pressed custom suit, his hair perfectly styled, exuding confidence. He looked like he'd suddenly returned to his twenties.It was hard to imagine how he could live like this while our daughter was critically ill.As he and Vicky cut the ribbon hand in hand, I turned off the livestream and went to collect Emma's ashes.My growing little girl had been reduced to a small urn, quietly nestled in my hands.Before heading home, I received a call from an unknown number.It was Ethan.We hadn't seen each other in seven years, and our different social standings left us with little to talk about.He contacted me after seeing the flood of negative tr
He was trying to use our marriage to threaten me.How ironic. A man who claimed to be a husband and father didn't even know his wife and daughter were dead.The man who should have been arranging our funerals was instead drinking merrily, without a care in the world."Did you get it? Bring the kid to see me tomorrow!"After he sent the message, a simple "OK" came in reply.It wasn't from me, but from Ethan.I followed Jack to the restaurant.Emma only wanted to stay at home and watch the strange lady, worried the latter might throw away her treasures.When Jack saw that Ethan had come to the meeting instead of me, he trembled with anger.He had always felt inferior, believing he couldn't measure up to Ethan.When Ethan became the head of the Lane family, Jack fell into a depression for quite some time.Even though I constantly emphasized that I loved him, not Ethan, he still occasionally feared that one day I would abandon everything to pursue my first love.Little did he k
Fortunately, he came back at just the right moment.The two had just laid entwined in the bed. I had already covered Emma's eyes, afraid they might traumatize her."You dare betray me?" Jack, already devastated, was thunderstruck."We're not in any kind of relationship, so how is this betrayal?" Vicky retorted brazenly. "Do I need your permission to date?""I fixed your face, I invested in your movie, how dare you—"The woman straightened up. "That was all your choice. I never begged you. Besides, you're broke now. You can't fund another movie for me. But Director Ares can make a dozen more!"She no longer needed Jack and was ready to kick him to the curb.Jack stared at Vicky's porcelain-like face, enraged.This was the face he had sacrificed his daughter and Lisa for!"Give me Lisa back, give me Emma back!" he shouted."You're the one who owes them, not me!" Vicky shrieked.The three of them argued back and forth, giving me a headache.Finally, when Jack picked up a knife
After his release, instead of going to the hospital for treatment, he came looking for me.Years ago, I had asked Ethan to bury Emma and me between the mountains and the sea, without a headstone or grave. We would slowly disappear into the earth.After so long, even I couldn't remember exactly where we were buried, yet Jack foolishly thought he could find us."Lisa... Lisa, do I still have a place in your heart?" he sobbed. "If you still care for me, please let me find you. I want to make things right..."I didn't want him to make things right.This attempt at redemption came too late. I didn't care for it.Jack wandered the mountains for three days.Too exhausted to even lift his feet, he could only drag himself forward with his arms."I understand now..." he had a sudden realization, his eyes brightening. "You must still resent me! I haven't avenged you and Emma yet—""Wait for me, wait for me!"He couldn't find me, but he easily found Vicky.After all, a woman with a face
After the deal, the System only gave me seven days to live and settle my affairs.On the first day, I got into a physical fight with Jack, trying to force him to return the untouched medicine.On the second day, I could only cry myself unconscious outside our daughter's hospital room, hating myself for trusting Jack and single-handedly destroying her only chance to survive.Today is the third day. Now that I've clearly realized I'm really going to die, I've calmed down to handle my affairs.When Jack walked in holding hands with his mistress, I was painfully typing out my will, letter by letter.The damn System never warned me that as it took away my lifespan, my organs would age simultaneously. Even just typing made my fingertips feel like they were being pricked by needles."Perfect timing," I said.Deliberately ignoring their intertwined hands, I handed the laptop to Jack. "I've already talked to the lawyer. Take a look and see if there's anything you want to add."Do it whi
If I had any life left, I would trade it for another pill without hesitation.Unfortunately, I only had four days left to live, not even enough to exchange for the cheapest item the System offered.Jack's grip was strong. I couldn't breathe at all in his hands, and my vision gradually darkened.When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed."You're faking it, aren't you?" Jack, who had caused me to pass out, sneered. "You're only 26, not 86."I was too tired to argue with him anymore.Now, I didn't even have the strength to take a knife and carve Vicky's face into a mess."I'm going to see Emma," I said.I struggled to get up, but before I could steady myself, Jack pushed me back down."She's out of danger now," he said, glancing at me sideways. "I won't let you see her until you get the medicine. She doesn't need such an irresponsible mother anyway."In his view, our daughter was still suffering from illness entirely because of me.Because I wasn't willing to "offer myself"
"Mom, is someone bullying you?" Emma asked, blinking her eyes. Her thin fingers rested in my palm, so light I could barely feel their weight."Of course not... don't be silly," I said, fighting back tears as I gently brushed her forehead.Her hair, shaved off earlier, had started to grow back. It felt prickly, like a puppy's coarse fur.I remembered convincing her to shave her head, promising that her hair would grow back thicker and shinier. Sadly, I wouldn't be around to see it."But the nurse said..." Emma lowered her eyes. "She said I'm the daughter of a homewrecker."She was too young to understand what "homewrecker" meant.But she could sense the intentional malice in others' words.The nurse who used to be so kind to her had suddenly changed. Emma didn't know what she'd done wrong, only guessing that someone might be mistreating me."It's okay, sweetie. Let's get some sleep, and everything will be better," I said soothingly, my voice too hoarse to sing a lullaby.My Emm