Xia Mo’s heart skipped a beat but she soon felt relieved. What was she afraid of? What could Xia Weiwei say? She would only make things worse. So, she just looked up at the right moment to let Luo Chejue notice her innocence.
Luo Chejue looked at Xia Weiwei without saying a word, his indifference and sarcasm had made everything understood.
Xia Weiwei laughed even louder, as if she wanted to laugh out all her pain and tears, as if in this way could she make herself less embarrassed.
How familiar was the expression on his face! She had been looking at it every day and night for two years. She had held her open heart in her palm to him again and again, but he had never even spared a glance at it. He didn’t believe her innocence, and now he was defending the murderer of his child, her own sister!
Xia Weiwei laughed until tears came to her eyes. She endured the dull pain from her body and heart, and the corners of her mouth curved proudly: “It’s ridiculous that the young master of the Luo family, the successor of the Luo’s Group, someone who has commanded the business circles and seen countless sophisticated people, can’t see the real self of a woman. Hahaha, how ridiculous!”
Xia Mo’s turned grim instantly. She wanted to rush forward and rip her mouth apart.
“Or, should we say,” Xia Weiwei pressed her back against the wall and stood up with the support of it. She smiled gently: “Mr. Luo is so much in love with my little sister that, even though you know that she thinks in one way and behaves in another, even though she keeps slandering me, even though she has smashed your son to death, you don’t give a damn at all! How does it feel to fall in love with your wife’s sister, Mr. Luo?”
Coming this far with her words, she went somewhat weaker on her suppressed venting and questioning. Her hands were behind her back and pinched into her flesh. Only pain could neutralize pain. He had admitted that he loved her sister the most. It pained her so hard that she could barely breathe.
“Sister, how could you have wronged me like this?” Xia Mo wished she could have killed her!
Xia Weiwei had repeatedly addressed him as Mr. Luo, which made Luo Chejue squint with displeasure. Her estrangement irritated him, and he needed a way to vent out his annoyance.
“Xia Weiwei, how dare you talk to me like this?”
“Why, did I just brought about Mr. Luo’s soft spot?”
The apparent ridicule set Luo Chejue off completely, who strode forward and, grasping Xia Weiwei’s chin, warned: “Don’t try to infuriate me, or else you won’t be able to bear the consequence.”
Consequence? Her last hope was gone, and nothing else matters.
She looked Luo Chejue in the eye and said softly.
“Mr. Luo, how did it feel to kill your own son?”
She actually thought that as long as she had the child, she could leave everything else. She could give way to Xia Mo and leave with her child.
Xia Mo had killed her child for Luo Chejue. The root of all the mistakes was that she, Xia Weiwei, had bitten off more than she could chew by falling in love with Luo Chejue.
Luo Chejue tightened his grip and sneered: “My son? Xia Weiwei, are you sure that’s my child? Do you want me to remind you that you were with Yan Shaoxuan on the day of my mother’s accident? ”
Seeing the dilation of her pupils, Luo Chejue withdrew his hand with satisfaction. At last, she didn’t look so annoying in this way.
Xia Weiwei clung to the wall tightly, as if she had grasped the only source of heat. The breath and voice of Luo Chejue had turned into an ice pick that penetrated her body.
“How could you have doubted… my feelings for you?” Tiny beads of sweat surfaced on Xia Weiwei’s forehead and her face was deadly pale. Her lips were blue and trembling, and her body slipped lower and lower as she could not bear the sharp pain inside. Her voice was increasingly weaker: “Luo Chejue, how could you…”
She collapsed on the floor, her eyes gradually losing their luster, and a large pool of blood under her body was gradually spreading, which dyed her pants red. The increasing amount of blood formed a pool of shocking red.
Thick smell of blood wafted through the air in the whole ward. Xia Weiwei closed her eyes, covered her abdomen with one hand, and gasped: “Luo Chejue… It’s all my fault. It’s my fault that we got married, and it’s my fault to have loved you. Since you think that I’ve caused the death of aunt Lan, then… the child and I… Do you think two lives are enough to pay you back? We are… now… even… ”
At the moment of losing consciousness, she saw her mother holding her with love and care, and it felt so warm.
When Xia Weiwei came to, she only felt cold liquid swimming from the back of her hand through her whole body. She opened her eyes with efforts and stared at the white ceiling dazedly.
It was quiet in the ward, and only faint breathing was heard inside the oxygen mask.
Xia Weiwei did not move. If it wasn’t for the mist condensing and dispersing in the oxygen mask, anyone would have thought that she was dead.
Why would she wake up? Her heart couldn’t beat any more. Her child was gone. She could not see the point in living on. Only death would set her free.
Xia Weiwei gasped hard, and with efforts she lifted up her right hand which was inserted with the neddle. She moved it slowly towards the oxygen mask. As long as she took this off, she would be free, and the baby, her mom, as well as aunt Lan…
A smile of relief appeared on Xia Weiwei’s face. She closed her eyes, and her right hand was now on the oxygen mask. With only a slight pull, she could reunite with her loved ones. It would be so nice…
However, before she could move, a stronger force pulled the oxygen mask off all of a sudden. Xia Weiwei opened her eyes and heard Xia Mo’s voice: “Dear sister, do you wish to die? I don’t mind offering a little help.”
As she finished speaking, she pulled out the infusion tube straightaway from Xia Weiwei’s right hand, and a few drops of blood instantly gushed out with the needle.