Chapter 9%
I started doing everything I could for my son, trying my best to give him a peaceful life.
As for myself, I learned to handle everything on my own.}
This change in me frustrated Kai. He thought I’d become different, too calculating, too focused on my son and his future, with no room left for him.
So, he pushed further, testing how far he’d have to go to make me care again.”
Today I’m leaving him for good.”
Kai suddenly remembered a promise he’d once made to me: no matter what, he’d cherish me and give me the best life. Now, though, he watched as I took Scott and vanished from his world, feeling a profound helplessness.
He was furious but couldn’t stop the panic welling up inside him.
“Carolyn, you can’t leave,” he mumbled, his eyes flickering, as if some sense of reason deep within him was slowly crumbling.
He knew he couldn’t let me go; he couldn’t lose me just like that.
I didn’t know what Kai was thinking. I had already settled Scott in the hospital.
After seeing the amount of money on the bank card Kai had given me, my confusion deepened.
The hundred million Kai had given me was the only thing he’d left me and the only guarantee of my independence.
The money was clearly under my name, no strings attached.}]
f symbolized all my past sacrifices, my past dependence, yet it also made me realize a cruel truth: Does love really vanish in an instant, just like they say?/
There was a time, after my parents passed away, when the only person I trusted was Kai.}
He had brought me so much warmth, making me believe he was everything to me.
But when I truly needed him to stand by me, I realized my dependence was nothing but an illusion.}
I turned around, watching Scott lie quietly in the hospital bed, the lingering fever gradually subsiding.
No matter what, Scott was now the only person I needed to protect in this life. I couldn’t let him suffer any more harm.}
My world now revolved solely around Scott.”
Scott’s condition had improved, but he still needed continued treatment.
The next day, I arranged for a plastic surgeon to visit.
My first thought wasn’t about treating my own face, but instead focusing all my attention on Scott’s hand skin treatment.
Watching the delicate skin of my child, scarred by burns, my heart ached so much it felt like it would shatter.}
The doctor meticulously treated Scott’s hand and I dared not leave his side for a second.
The surgery went very smoothly. Only after Scott was moved to the recovery room could I finally rest for a bit.
Just when I thought I could catch my breath, the fatigue suddenly overwhelmed me. My legs went weak, I couldn’t stand, my vision went black and I almost collapsed.”
In the last moment before I fell into a coma, I felt someone gently holding me up and everything in front of me became blurry.
I heard hurried footsteps, then I was gently placed on a bed and warm arms wrapped around me.
I struggled to open my eyes and anxiously asked, “How’s the child?“}
A man’s voice answered with a soft sigh, “Scott is fine. The surgery was a success.“}
His voice was gentle, full of comfort.
Then he looked at me, seeming to consider something before asking, “Your face is injured. Why haven’t you let the doctors treat it?”
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