My mother had longed to see my wedding, but more than that, she had wanted me to be happy. And happiness didn’t have to mean marrying into the Granville Family.
If she were watching from above, she would understand my pain and be relieved by my decision.
After finalizing the arrangements for her funeral, I went to the hospital and printed out the records. It was proof that Edward had secretly switched her medication.
Two days passed and Edward still hadn’t shown up.
The only news of him came from the internet. It was headlines exposing that he had transferred half of the Granville Family’s shares to Florence.
For just a minor injury, he compensated her with a hundred million dollars.
In the photos, he held Florence in his arms. The tenderness in his eyes was something I had never seen before.
When the wedding planner called for final confirmation, I canceled the wedding.
The news quickly reached Edward and for the first time, he panicked. His call came almost instantly, his voice filled with desperation.
“Baby, are you still angry? Please, listen to me. The wedding is important. We’ve already sent out the invitations. How can you cancel now? Don’t you remember your promise to Mom? You said you’d let her see you get married.”
He sighed and continued, “I’ve already sent the wedding dress and jewelry to your house. Try them on, okay? Don’t be stubborn. Be good. I’ll come home to you as soon as I’m done.”
I knew all of them were lies.
Half an hour ago, the auction was being streamed live. Edward was seated in the VIP section, carefully selecting jewelry for Florence.
I didn’t reply. Instead, I deleted every trace of him from my phone. Then, I packed my bags and moved back to the Thornton Family home.
Before leaving, I sent his company a little parting gift. They were copies of the hospital records proving his tampering with my mother’s medication.
After securing the jewelry, he finally remembered his soon-to-be wife and his gravely ill mother-in-law in the hospital.
As he stared at the unanswered messages on his screen, a growing sense of unease settled in. He stepped out of the auction hall and dialed his assistant.
“Tell the hospital to adjust Mrs. Thornton’s medication. At the very least… she needs to hold on until the end of the year. If necessary, find some specialists abroad. I don’t want Hazel to be upset.”