Give Me Your Life, My Beloved Wife

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Lyman!" The Dean came over from a distance. He finally felt the aura of the legendary Lyman, which made him difficult to breathe.

Lyman Smith didn't even look at the middle-aged man beside him. He just asked indifferently, "where is she?"

"Please follow me!" Lowering his head, the Dean walked forward, opened the password on the glass door layer by layer, and entered the innermost ward.

As soon as Lyman Smith entered the room with light blue light, he felt that his breath was immediately plundered, because he saw that Alice, whom he hadn't seen for three months, was now lying in a glass cover, her long flaxen hair hanging loose, like an angel wearing a whiteskirt and her belly slightly bulging. However, her beautiful face and chest were filled with tubes that could save her life.

Alice, his porcelain doll, the precious woman who would hide in his arms every morning and wait for him to wake up, was now lying in such a cold ward! Lyman Smith's bleeding heart kept beating.

"Mr. Lyman, let me explain miss Alice's condition..."

"Get out..." Lyman Smith ordered the middle-aged Dean beside him in a low voice.

"Yes..." the terrible feeling made the dean and the nurses run out of the ward crazily.

"Alice..."

Lyman Smith sat down in front of the glass bed and called the woman in the glass cover in a low voice.

Looking at the woman's bulging belly, the pain in his heart made his eyes instantly filled with murderous will.

Five months? That was to say, Alice had been pregnant for two months when she left.

That was his child!

Lyman Smith's palm thumped on the glass cover, sliding down, and finally clenched into a fist.

The woman in the glass cover seemed to be awakened by a call. She weakly raised her eyelids and looked at the man's sad face through the clear glass. A line of tears fell from the corner of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth moved, as if she wanted to say something.

"Who is it, Alice? Tell me, who made you so..."

Lyman Smith pressed the glass cabinet beside the bed with his trembling hands. After the glass cabinet was opened, he leaned over Alice Brown's mouth and listened to her.

"I... I'm sorry, Adam. I... I love you... Really!" Alice Brown's voice sounded distant, as if she had died for a long time, but not far away.

"I know..."

Lyman Smith said in a trembling voice.

"She... She... The porcelain doll..."

Alice Brown stretched out her hand from the hem of her dress with difficulty, holding a crumpled photo in her hand. Her tears streamed down more violently.

Lyman Smith held back his falling hand and took out the photo in Alice Brown's hand. Without looking at it, he said, "Alice, I won't let go of the person who hurt you and our child..."

"No... I want to... Take revenge. I have foreseen the end of the killer. Lyman, my wish is fulfilled. I will love you well in my next life..."

"Beep..."

The life monitoring devices at the top of the technology let out sharp sounds. Alice Brown quietly closed her beautiful eyes, and her hand was still on the photo in Lyman's hand.

"Alice, is it her? Did she kill you?" Lyman Smith looked at the girl in the photo and said in a low voice.

Alice Brown didn't respond. Lyman Smith bent down and held Alice Brown's thin and cold body. There was no trace of sadness in his low voice.

"Alice, don't die, don't leave... he said he would protect her..."

"Alice..."

Lyman Smith suddenly burst into tears. He held his porcelain doll and cried out uncontrollably. The porcelain doll he had finally found in the past twenty years was broken into pieces under his eyes.

At the door of the ward, Spark, who came in a hurry, dispersed the doctors and nurses who were waiting at the door to confirm the patient's death!

No matter how much money life was spent, it was impossible to get it back. This ward was nothing more than burning money for the super rich to continue the life of their loved ones. It was not able to save lives. Life was short of miracles.

If it could be changed, listening to Lyman Smith's sadness, Spark thought that even if Lyman Smith could save the fortune in the world for the woman's life, Lyman Smith would be willing to do so.

A second passed like a century. Lyman Smith walked out of the ward with the crumpled photo in his hand, which was taken down from Alice Brown's hand.

"This photo was taken by Alice. She can't take it down anyway!" Said Spark, following behind Lyman.

"Spark, find out everything about this woman..."

"Since Alice is dead, all the people around this woman who have anything to do with her must die with her!"