"How long has your wife been pregnant? Is it..."
Luke thought for a moment, realizing he didn't know how long I had been pregnant.
I found out I was pregnant at our daughter's funeral, but by then he already hated me deeply and didn't know how long I had been pregnant.
He shook his head in denial and said, "Same trick.
"Using the child to trick me?
"Last time, it cost our daughter, what do you want this time?
"Wyatt, you should call her later."
Huh, he didn't even want to give me a call, but he thought of Nora immediately.
Thinking about how he just called Nora with a gentle reminder, I felt so sad I wanted to vomit.
"Luke, do you know that you missed the truth again?"
"Luke, I can't reach her," Wyatt immediately made a call and hesitantly asked, "How about you go home and have a look?
"Even if you don't want to see her, you'll feel relieved when you see her.
"Just do it for the case? After all, all clues point to your neighborhood."
Luke wasn't a good husband, but he always cared about his work.
He didn't hesitate any longer, put on his coat, and drove home.
I followed him, urging him constantly, "Hurry! Faster!"
Only 4 hours left...
Luke returned home for the first time since our daughter, Elena's incident.
He opened the door and saw that the tidy room was covered with a thin layer of dust, and he was stunned for a moment.
He sneered, "Zoey, is this your only trick?
"Why didn't you die back then?
"Do you think pretending to be a victim will make me sad? Dream on; you only disgust me!
"This is utterly boring!"
He opened every door in the room, his face growing darker.
He hesitated at Elena's bedroom door.
After much hesitation, he grabbed the doorknob and was about to open it when his phone rang abruptly.
"Luke, can you come over?
"I'm so scared, I feel like someone is following me.
"I just went to get a package. It's something my dad left for me."
Luke's expression tightened, and then he seemed to sigh in relief. "Wait for me; I'll be right there.
"Don't go down alone, I'll go with you to get the package!"
He turned and left quickly, once again missing the truth.
Elena's diary was right on her desk.
If he just opened the door, he would see what Elena left him before she died.
I had tried many times to give the diary to Luke, but he always thought I was using Elena as an excuse to see him.
It wasn't just him who hated me, I hated myself too.
"Wasn't I devastated by Elena's death?"