Crisis and Survival: After Accidentally Contracting the Virus

My name is Sharon Yates.

I was named by my mother with an expectation that I would be blessed with peace of mind for my whole life with my family's company.

But now I was standing in the morgue, staring blankly at the urn in my hands.

Without my family around, I couldn't feel at peace anymore.

I subdued my negative feelings and forced myself to complete the final procedures calmly.

At least, I had to let them rest in peace first.

I chose to bury them on the hill behind the orphanage in which my family had jointly invested even though they hadn't earned much from their careers in education.

The orphanage had fallen into disuse, but it was a place of countless good memories.

I knelt on the ground, lost in thought. Suddenly, I heard voices behind me.

"Zach, sorry for dragging you down and bothering to build a hospital just for me."

Charlotte lowered her head, her neck bandaged.

"Lottie, you're my sister. How can you consider yourself a burden to me? This place is already desolated anyway. It's only a matter of some money. You don't have to feel sorry."

I turned to look at them and saw Zachary carrying Charlotte's bag for her with a worried look on his face.

I wondered, "So someone as distant as him will still worry about others, won't he?"

If it were in the past, I would have been overwhelmed by mixed emotions.

However, it had nothing to do with me now.

I let out a cold laugh and turned around to walk away.

Zachary saw it and grabbed my arm.

"You didn't answer my call, but you are waiting for me here. What do you want to do?"

I could tell from the boredom in his eyes that he thought I had intentionally come here just to attract his attention.

I thought about what he had said to Charlotte and understood he intended to spend a fortune to please her. I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. No matter what, these buildings no longer had residents.

"Excuse me."

I said as I continued to walk away without sparing a glance at him, for I didn't want to have any contact with him.

Zachary abruptly grabbed me by the wrist, which hurt. I vigorously shook his hand off.

I couldn't help feeling sick at the sight of his seemingly affectionate face.

"Leave me alone!"

He seemed to have never expected me to be so hostile to him, and thus he was stunned for a moment.

He questioned, "Sharon Yates, what's wrong with you?"

I glared at him fiercely, clenching my fists while the overwhelming resentment was about to engulf me.

"Zachary Farrell, don't touch me! And don't be interfering. Let's get a divorce!"

Charlotte's eyes turned misty as she fiddled with her white dress, looking helpless.

"Sharon, I'm sorry. My illness flared up that day, and Zach was too anxious to give you enough attention. Please don't be angry about it. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gotten sick at that time."

The sight of her hypocritical look disgusted me.

"That's right. You said you could barely breathe that day, yet you have already come to life and can hang out like this after just a few days, while I couldn't even have the chance to see my brother for the last time.

"I haven't divorced your good brother yet, so the scolding I'm giving him is none of your business. Who do you think you are to interfere in the matter between me and him?

"You hypocritical bitch, stop putting on an act in front of me!"

I threw caution to the wind. I was all alone now, so I had nothing to fear.

I didn't care about marriage or dignity anymore.

If it weren't for her interference, my family wouldn't have died.

Now all I wanted was to get justice for those twelve lives!

Charlotte looked frightened.

Her eyes turned red as she said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know... Sharon, please scold me if it can make you feel better."

Zachary hugged his beloved sister, wiped her tears, and turned to scowl at me.

"Sharon Yates, why are you so mean to Lottie?"

Humph.

He still thought it was all my fault even at this point.

I was not surprised. I had long since discovered that Charlotte's eyes were tinted with desire when she looked at Zachary.

I had told him many times about it, trying to make him understand his adopted sister's affections for him.

Nevertheless, his response was always accusations that I was narrow-minded and paranoid, saying that Lottie was just his sister.

He had also told me that I should replace my suspicious mind with magnanimity as Mrs. Farrell.

At that time, instead of fixating on it, I would choose to believe that time would tell and that he would stand by me even if something went wrong.

But as days went by, he only filled me with disappointment and regret.

"Humph, Zachary, I'll see you in court."

I turned around and left.

He seemed unaccustomed to my indifference and shouted at me to stop me several times, but I didn't turn back.

When I was about to walk out of the gate, he finally left Charlotte behind and stopped me.

"Are you done with your tantrum? I gave you the medicine, didn't I?"

It was obvious that he had no idea what had happened to me these days, or rather, he didn't care. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said so without batting an eye.

Apparently, he wanted to smooth this thing over, so he had softened his tone, but his eyes were full of unconcealed annoyance.

I looked straight at him and asked word by word, "Zachary, back then, did you truly want to marry me?"

Perhaps he hadn't expected me to ask such a question, so he subconsciously looked away.

I felt a chill through my heart.

I just realized that everything here made a mockery of my affections in the past.

Now that my heart would no longer be rippled by love, I knew my heart was already dead.

"Let's get a divorce. I'll have an attorney contact you."

"Are you out of your mind?"

He put his arms around my shoulders with his face full of disbelief as if trying to confirm whether I was having a tantrum or not.

But he finally understood I was serious when his eyes met my despairing ones.

"Sharon, I didn't treat you well enough last time. I've been too busy lately, so I neglected you. I'll spend more time with you from now on. Will that do?"

Being attentive to me after hurting me was his typical tactic to trick me into willingly pleasing him in gratitude for his kindness again.

In the past, my heart had overflowed with love for him, so I was always considerate toward him.

Now, however, I wished he could be buried with my whole family!