Jennifer was kidnapped right under my nose!
Later, Matthew paid a high ransom, but the kidnappers still killed Jennifer.
On the day Matthew went to redeem her, all he brought back was Jennifer's cold body.
The kidnappers had cut Jennifer's throat, and it was Matthew who sewed the wound for his sister himself.
The wounds on Jennifer's body began to rot, and it was Matthew who personally cut away the decayed flesh.
Since then, he vowed never to pick up a scalpel again.
When he came out of the operating room carrying Jennifer, I tried to help him.
Matthew kicked me to the ground.
"You evil bastard, you killed my sister!"
I fell to the ground, feeling like my internal organs were shattered.
I cried, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."
Matthew was so angry that he kicked me a few more times.
"You say you didn't mean it, but will my sister come back to life?
"You are the one who deserves to die! Why did my sister die instead of you?"
I lay on the ground, the pain making me unable to say a word.
Yes, it would be great if I had died instead.
This way, I wouldn't have to bear such a heavy sin.
Jennifer's death created a huge gap between Matthew and me.
He didn't even allow me to attend Jennifer's funeral.
I couldn't raise my head in front of the Jackson family. They all thought I caused Jennifer's death.
It was at this time that Susan appeared.
She was originally one of Matthew's secretaries, responsible for organizing Jennifer's funeral, and she did a good job.
This way, she got closer to Matthew step by step and finally became the woman standing beside him.
I couldn't accept this. I went crazy, screamed, and even knelt in front of Matthew, begging him.
I begged him not to give up our relationship and to remember the promise we made to each other to be together for the rest of our lives.
But no matter what I did, Matthew didn't even glance at me.
Countless times, he sent Susan to get rid of me.
She flaunted the jewelry and the watch Matthew bought her.
"Miss Wells, I advise you to save your energy. Even if you make a scene, Mr. Jackson won't even look at you.
He has me by his side now. Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."
I gritted my teeth, wanting to slap her.
But at the moment, Matthew appeared, grabbed my wrist, and protected Susan behind him.
He yelled at me, "How dare you touch her!"
Susan took the opportunity to hide behind him and said pitifully, "Mr. Jackson, she wants to kill me!"