White moonlight fakes illness to kill my son, I fake death to expose my family's evil
Chapter 4
I'd heard this same speech when I was kicked out of the Taylor Family five years ago.
I no longer had the strength to argue or refute.
I swallowed hard and nodded: "It's fine, I can give it all."
"After all... I’ve already sacrificed my own children, what else can't I give?"
As soon as I said this, everyone became tense.
Evan's expression froze momentarily, then he put on a gentle smile to soothe me: "Alright, don't talk nonsense. The children... none of us wanted this, but fortunately, he was just born, he doesn't know anything..."
My fingers clenched tightly again, biting my jaw, my eyes reddening as I faced him.
A newborn, feeling cold will cry, feeling hungry will fuss, that's a little life, how could he not understand?
Like a zombie, I walked step by step towards him: "Evan, before our child died... did he cry?"
Evan didn't dare meet my eyes, forcefully changing the topic—
"The euthanasia is scheduled in three days, during this time... spend it with the child."
That night, Evan returned very late.
He said he was busy with work, but I knew he was celebrating with Rosalie Taylor.
Only late at night did he drunkenly return.
I was in the bedroom caring for the baby, he approached, breathing heavily, groping—
"Cora, let's have another child, shall we?"
To provide Rosalie Taylor with heart blood in time, Evan never allowed me time to recuperate.
Almost every time after a child was born, he couldn't wait to start the next pregnancy, claiming it was out of love for me.
I gritted my teeth and pushed him away, saying softly: "The baby has a fever, I want to go to the hospital..."
Evan's cold voice sounded in my ear: "Is it necessary?"
"Anyway, in a few days, he'll be euthanized..."
Facing my deep, abyss-like eyes, his heart seemed to skip a beat: "I didn't mean it that way..."
"Of course, I care for the child too, I just don't want you to be too exhausted..."
I held the child tightly, avoiding him, suppressing the tears threatening to fall, and began my plan.
"In three days, the child will be euthanized."
"I want to move to South Island, to quietly spend this last time with him..."
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