"Well, what about Fiona then? She seems to really love you. What if one day she finds out you were responsible for her mother’s death?" Henry asked.
There was a moment of silence in the room, then Matt lit a cigarette for himself. Amidst the swirling smoke, he spoke with self-deprecation, "Then I’ll just repay her with my life. The money I’ve earned these years will be enough for her to live on for a lifetime.”
“Sigh... I really don’t understand you. Why bother? Fiona is a good girl, yet you insist on holding on to that .... Never mind, I won’t say more. Just do what you think is best," Henry said.
As footsteps approached, I immediately retreated to my room. In my haste, the hot tea I was holding spilled all over me, yet I felt utterly cold.
It turned out that my mother didn’t die on the operating table as I had believed but she had died because of the conspiracy that Matt had concocted for Taylor.
When I was betrayed and abandoned by Gregg O'Donnell. I became a laughingstock. His proposal wasn’t meant to bring me happiness; it was his last effort to stab at me.
All these years of marriage were merely his way of compensating for his guilt toward me.
Luckily, I still took his pitiful alms and went around flaunting my happiness.
This was so absurd!
The sound of the door shutting echoed as Henry left.
Jiang Mohan stumbled into the room, cradled my face and kissed my forehead gently. His intoxicated eyes were filled with sorrow when he asked, "Why are you standing by the door?"
I answered, "It’s nothing; I accidentally spilled my tea and was just about to clean it up.”
“Let the housekeeper handle that," Matt told me. "You’re not well so just take a rest. If you get tired, I’ll worry for you.”
Then he kissed my lips once again. His touch felt just as tender and affectionate as before.
However, his warmth could no longer reach me. Could someone really go to such lengths for another person?
As I closed my eyes, tears slid down my cheeks.
I helped him to the bed and tucked him in. The alcohol had dulled his senses and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
When I sat by the bedside, I quietly picked up his phone and entered a password. I only needed one try before I unlocked it. The password was Taylor's birthday.
I began sifting through the contracts he had signed over the years and every single one of them, without any exception, collaborated with the O’Donnell Family.