His Sweetheart Pushed Me Into the Water

As soon as Calvin returned to the mansion, Kate cried and rushed over to him, begging, "Lord Calvin, something happened to Lady Monica."

"Her business has nothing to do with me."

"Please go and take a look! Lady Monica..."

Calvin rebuked in anger, saying, "I said! It has nothing to do with me! Can't you understand my words?"

"But..."

Calvin was impatient, saying, "Whether she is alive or dead, it has nothing to do with me."

Looking at the undisguised disgust in his eyes, I smiled self-deprecatingly. I was unwilling to hear hurtful words again.

So, I left and floated back to my room.

My courtyard had always been quiet, with Kate serving me closely only.

These two days, Kate had not been around.

There were many people in New York, but no one was willing to collect the corpse for me.

I suddenly missed Alaska.

My family had been guarding Alaska for generations.

The Keith family had been guarding Alaska for a hundred years, having made great military achievements for the government.

For generations, the Keith family's ladies had to marry into the royal family.

Such an unwritten rule caused great harm to ladies from the Keith family.

Based on my memory, there was a grand wedding ceremony when my third aunt got married.

The procession from the palace to pick her up was a long one.

But no one cared whether she was willing to marry into the royal family.

She said she liked the scenarios of the North and the strong liquor of the North.

She was unwilling to marry into the royal family and end her life there.

Later, she died of depression.

Later, her beloved niece took the same path.

She was sent to New York as a commodity from Alaska.

She became an object of marriage.

...

I stared at my corpse, having an urge to cry, but no tears came out.

One night...

Calvin, who had been drunk, stumbled in.

"You are as stubborn as ever. How much longer do you want to quarrel with me?"

"How many times have I said it? Don't argue with Isabel. She is just a child. You are her Monica-in-law..."

Drunk, he tripped over my body on the ground and pressed on me.

"Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

"Come on. Let me help you up. It is cold on the ground."

Seeing that I didn't move, he was somewhat angry. He said, "You are still carrying my child! It is fine that you are angry with me. Why are you angry with the child?"

"If anything happens to the child, I will hold you responsible!"

After speaking, he seemed to regret it a bit. He waved his hands to call someone at the door, saying, "Kate?"

"Lady Monica refuses to let me help her up. Go and help her up!"

Joe quickly ran over, saying, "Lord Calvin, Kate asked for leave a few days ago and went back to Alaska. You approved the leave!"

"May I know what your order is? I will go and get someone over!"

"Find someone to help Lady Monica up. It is cold on the ground."

A maid came in to help me. She was so scared that she sat down beside me.

She trembled and cried out, saying, "Lady Monica... Lady Monica has passed away."

Calvin kicked her at her chest fiercely, saying, "Nonsense! Joe, slap her mouth hard!"

Joe knelt with a thud, saying, "Lord Calvin, Lady Monica has indeed died."

"Do you want to die too?"

"How much money did she give you? How dare you deceive me like this?"

Calvin kicked Joe's shoulder.

He bent down and looked at me on the ground, touching my face repeatedly.

"Isn't she good? How could Monica possibly die?"

"She can't die! Say something. I command you to say something!"

Seeing that I didn't respond, Calvin panicked and desperately shook my body.

"Wake up! I forbid you to die!"

"Monica, how dare you? How dare you leave me and die on your own?"

I stood by and watched the farce. I couldn't help but sneer.

"Calvin, you know how to pretend!"

"Why are you pretending to be affectionate now?"

"Wasn't it you who told me to die?"

"It was you who had killed me and our child with your own hands. Now why do you want to pretend to be affectionate?"

Looking at him, who was hypocritical, I had an urge to pounce on him and scratch his face fiercely.