Casare looked away from Rosalie and threw a cold stare over his shoulder at Amon, who was tied to a chair and couldn’t move.
“I tricked her into mating me, and then lured her into having S** with me, just to upset you!”
“You really fell for it. You started to go crazy, tormenting Rosalie and targeting me…”
“At that moment, I knew that you were going crazy, but it was far from enough!”
“In order to make you lose your mind completely, I deliberately ran away with Rosalie…”
“When she left you, you lost it. I was so happy seeing you acting like a madman!”
“When I learned that the Yardley pack gave up on you
and appointed your nephew as the heir, I was especially overjoyed!”
“But I didn’t expect Rosalie to choose to transfer her wolf spirit…”
When Casare said it, his face fell.
“Do you know why Rosalie chose to transfer her wolf spirit?”
Straightening up, Casare seized Amon’s pale face and yanked it upwards.
Casare lowered his head and stared into Amon’s bloodshot eyes as he said with a sneer, “Rosalie was not afraid of the suffering caused by disease, nor was she trying to escape from you.”
“It was because she felt she betrayed you and didn’t deserve to live, so she chose to die-”
When Amon heard these words, he was in such agony that he could hardly breathe.
Overwhelmed by anguish, he started to twitch all over as he fell into a state of madness.
“Rosalie wanted to die, not because she was afraid of the suffering brought upon by disease, nor was she trying to get away from me.” He thought in misery as he realized.
“It was because she felt that she had betrayed me and did not deserve to live…”
“I was the reason Rosalie did what she did from the beginning to the end!”
“But because of misunderstandings, I tortured her like a madman during her sick days!”
Thinking of how Rosalie cautiously begged him to spare their second pup when she was pregnant with it, Amon was overwhelmed with grief.
She was on her knees when she pleaded with him in tears, “Amon, Grace is your pup, so is the one I’m carrying. Please don’t make me abort it. Please!”
However, he still refused to believe her, thinking that Casare must have fathered the pup since she and the man had met secretly.
He insisted on forcing her to have an abortion, but Rosalie refused. Threatening him with death, she was able to make him budge.
However, when the fetus was five months old, Rosalie and Casare met again and seemed to be planning to escape.
In a fit of anger, he kicked her, and she had a stillbirth.
At that time, Rosalie held the fetus and rushed over like a mad she-wolf.
“Amon, the doctor has examined it and said it’s a boy. Grace has always wanted a younger brother, and here he is…”
Rosalie didn’t even cry and just looked at the blo ody fetus and poked it with her finger. Seeing it lifeless, she suddenly smiled.
Like an innocent pup, she smilingly asked, “Amon, he’s fallen asleep. Let’s bring him home, okay?”
Thinking she was sick, Amon sna tched the fetus and threw it into the trash can.
When Rosalie saw their son being thrown into the trash can, she suddenly broke down.
As if she had lost her mind, she rushed to the trash can, hunched her atrophied back, and frantically rummaged
through the garbage for her son with her scrawny hands.
She muttered, “He was just thrown in. Why couldn’t I find him now…”
She still didn’t cry until she found the fetus covered in garbage. Holding him in her hand, she looked at her dead pup and wept.
“Amon, I’m dying and can no longer bear pups, so I wanted to give you another pup. I just didn’t expect… that he would die earlier than me.”
When Amon heard that, he felt a sharp pang of sorrow.
However, it couldn’t make him throw himself over and embrace her from behind.
Instead, he blurted out, “Those who don’t deserve to live should just die, shouldn’t they?”
Holding the fetus, Rosalie froze.
She slowly looked over her shoulder at him in disbelief.
Amon couldn’t remember what kind of expression he had at that time.
He probably was just staring at her coldly.
Anyway, after Rosalie saw his expression, the astonishment in her eyes gradually turned into disappointment.
In the end, she didn’t say anything and just lowered her head to stare at the fetus in a daze.
He was far away before he heard her faint voice coming from behind…
“So I should just die, shouldn’t I?”
Halting in his path, Amon looked over his shoulder at Rosalie, who was standing beside the trash can with a pale face.
She was so skinny that she looked like a dying person, and her appearance filled him with regret even now.
He didn’t even dare to recall these memories for fear that he would be consumed by guilt. However, he knew he already
was.
What was he now?
He was just a walking dead who dared not to meet Rosalie in the afterlife.
“Rosalie must have thought about killing herself because of what I said.” He thought miserably.
“I’m the one who caused her to die before her time. I’m the one who killed her!”
Overwhelmed with grief, Amon fell against the back of the chair as if a huge hand was clutching his heart, making him tremble all over in agony.
“What have I been doing all my life? How could I push away and kill someone who loved me so much?”
“I’m worse than a monster! I deserve to die, and even if I pay the ultimate price, I don’t deserve to see her again in the afterlife!”