Crisis and Survival: After Accidentally Contracting the Virus

I vigorously pushed Zachary away, catching him off guard and causing him to take several steps back.

"Zachary, the thing I regret most in my life is meeting you! We'll divorce!"

He stretched out his arms with bloodshot eyes in an attempt to hug me again.

"Sharon, I know you're just so angry that you say that. It won't count."

Burning with rage, I slapped him in the face without further ado.

"Stop putting on your affectionate face! It was you who proposed to me but then ignored me after marrying me. Do you think I still love you? You are nothing in my eyes now!"

Zachary touched his face in dismay before he returned to his typical arrogance.

"Sharon Yates, I suggest you quit while you're ahead.

"Lottie is my sister. This will never change even if you threaten me with a divorce, so save it! Do you still want the remaining specific or not?"

Indeed, in the eyes of outsiders, the Farrell family was a wealthy family out of my league, so they all thought I couldn't dare to complain after marrying into such a family.

Charlotte and Zachary were intimate siblings while I was just a funny clown.

But nobody cared.

"No, I don't want anything."

I smiled as tears streamed down my face.

I turned around and walked forward weakly in a daze, not knowing where to go.

Zachary tugged at his tie to loosen it in agitation and dialed a number.

"Make an appointment for me to see my parents-in-law in the hospital."

I didn't think I was a money-grubber.

Having been surrounded by love since I was a child, I had a rich inner world. The first time I saw Zachary, however, I had still fallen for him.

When helping at the orphanage, he was still smiling warmly though his white shirt was already drenched in sweat.

His eyes were glistening with unconcealed amazement and affection when he looked up at me.

Later, he had become my pursuer.

We had then naturally gotten together. Declaring that a kind person like me deserved better care, he had proposed to me.

He had knelt on one knee under the orphanage's grand fireworks.

"Sharon, I love you. You are the most precious gift from heaven."

However, I had found out later that I was a gift, while Charlotte was his life.

Whenever she fell ill, Zachary would be frantic with worry, while I was always the abandoned one.

I had been trying to convince myself it was family affection between them, telling myself to understand them.

Therefore, until now, this abnormal relationship between me and Zachary had deprived me of everything.

Standing on the rooftop, my mind was in a mess.

Suddenly, a phone call stopped me in my tracks.

"Sharon, your family's graves have been dug up. Quickly come back and check out what's going on!"

I hurried back, burning with anxiety.

The moment I arrived, I saw Charlotte leaning her head on Zachary's shoulder.

She said sweetly, "Those buried here must all be orphans. It's not a big deal."

Zachary nodded lovingly in reply.

He said, "I'm glad to see you are satisfied."

I rushed over like crazy and pushed the construction workers away, ready to barge in.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

The excavator had started working, and the graves had been razed to the ground, with some gray powder floating in the air around.

I felt my blood freeze as I stormed to the excavator and threw myself directly on the last small burial mound.

"Are you crazy?"

"Everyone stop! Stop the construction now!"

Zachary rushed toward me, but I furiously grabbed him by his collar.

Charlotte's face was filled with complacency.

She said, "Sharon, what are you doing? This orphanage has long been deserted. We are turning waste into treasure by rebuilding a hospital here. These lonely ghosts here should be grateful to us."

I desperately dug out a broken urn. I still didn't stop though my fingers were already covered in blood.

A gust of wind blew off the ashes. I only made vain attempts to grasp them.

I was paralyzed there with my knees against the ground, crying helplessly.

"Please don't go. Don't leave me, don't leave me alone here..."

Tears blurred my vision, turning it into boundless red. I couldn't tell whether the red was tears of blood or my hatred running wild.

"You are still Mrs. Farrell. Get up quickly and don't disgrace me!"

"Zach, hurry up and take Sharon away. Today is a good day for construction according to the astrologer I consulted. The construction can't be delayed. Besides, everyone is watching!"

Zachary stopped his paces toward me and eventually withdrew his outstretched hand.

"Continue the construction!"

With undisguised pride in her eyes, Charlotte seemed to be flaunting Zachary's unique preference for her.

"Sharon, this is just a mass grave burying the dead that has been forgotten by their family. Why are you here? It's ominous to stay here."

Completely overwhelmed by fury, my sanity instantly burned down.

I held a fragment of the broken urn in my hand and stabbed her with it.

"Go to hell!"