The Death That Drove Him Insane

From then on, everything about me was handed over to Jennifer. She even hid the fact that I was diagnosed with brain cancer overseas. Instead, she claimed that I had fallen in with the wrong crowd and was involved in something dirty.

She locked me away in a secluded villa in the mountains, claiming she was "doing it for my own good". Ironically, not once did she come to see me.

Now that she was going to give birth, she suddenly remembered her blood bank, which was me. Yet, she and Daniel didn't know that I had long since turned into bones, lying alone halfway up that mountain.

"Dan, does Helen still refuse to come back? She still hates me, doesn't she?" she asked, looking aggrieved as tears spilled down her cheeks.

He quickly softened his voice as he comforted her, saying, "Jennifer, you had good intentions when you did that for her. She's the ungrateful one. It's not your fault.

"I've already canceled her cards and sent people to look for her. Don't worry—I'll definitely find her before our child is born!"

Wrapping an arm around her, he walked her to the living room and sat on the couch. He lifted her swollen legs, which were bloated from late-stage pregnancy, onto his lap. He then began gently massaging them.

"Jennifer, did Helen ever mention anything about headaches while she was abroad? Or anything about feeling unwell?" he asked.

Her expression changed, mumbling, "No, of course not. She grew up in the countryside, and she's in good health! Dan, why are you suddenly asking this?"

He seemed deep in thought. "Nothing much. It's just that her room was covered in blood when I went to the villa today. You're probably right, though—she's always been healthy. She hardly ever catches a cold. How would she die of illness just like that?"

Only then did Jennifer breathe out a sigh of relief.

My soul stood by anxiously. I wanted to tell him that she was lying again. Yet, there was nothing I could do now. Even if he could hear me, he wouldn't believe my words.

He would only believe Jennifer. To him, I was nothing but a horrible woman who had been corrupted by jealousy.

Testing the waters, she said, "Dan, if Helen really refuses to come home, we should just let her be. As long as she's happy!"

His face darkened instantly. "No way! I have to make sure everything goes smoothly with your delivery. The baby matters, but you're more important!

"Besides, after all those years I've raised her, it's time she gives me something in return. A bit of blood won't kill her. Even if it did, she should still offer it willingly!"

In that instant, my entire soul trembled. How could Daniel say something so heartless? He once told me that he would always be my family. He swore that he would never let me feel abandoned ever again. Did he forget all of those words?

She lowered her head as she smiled smugly. It was as if she had heard the answer she had been waiting for.

So this is how well she had been living in my absence. I covered my face and sobbed, but a soul couldn't shed tears. I could only wail in grief.

Jennifer has always acted as the kind, considerate one. She would deliberately pull tricks in front of Daniel so that he would misunderstand me. Even now, she was still hiding the truth, trying to turn him completely against me.

"Don't talk about Helen like that, Dan. She'd be heartbroken if she heard you." Even at this moment, she was still pretending to be a saint.

He scoffed icily. Just as he was about to continue ranting, his phone rang.

I saw the screen lit up with the word "Ed". It was my uncle, Edwin Stewart, who was also a cop. Just as he picked up the call, Daniel immediately stood up, looking grim.

Uncle Ed's voice came through. "Helen's dead, Daniel!"