Whether I Live or Die, I am the One at Fault

He said, "I'll teach you a lesson that you'll never forget and never dare to bully Hillary again."

It was indeed unforgettable until it had become part of my soul and I still got scared as soon as I thought about it.

The days when I was neither alive nor death, even suicide was a luxury.

I had been preparing for death for a long time.

On the last day, I used my hands and feet to unlock the room in the early morning when everyone was still sleeping.

I didn't want to die at first. I thought it would be best if I could escape. It was better to live a miserable life than to die.

After opening the room door, I saw one access control and password lock after another outside the ward.

I made some effort, but as soon as I hit the door, the alarm rang.

So many people woke up and came to chase me. I had no choice. I really had no choice.

My hands were powerless and my legs were crooked, so I could only crawl up the stairs bit by bit like a piece of rotten meat.

I was not afraid of pain anymore. I was only afraid of being caught. Once caught, there were many things more terrifying than pain.

If I had a third sight, I thought I must have looked extremely horrific and terrifying at that time.

I struggled to climb to the top floor and faced a group of therapists who wanted to catch me, I didn't hesitate at all.

I was glad the moment I jumped.

My soul left my body and I saw the long bloodstains on the stairs left by my crawling.

I saw the wall of the room where I was imprisoned, with the word "escape" written in blood.

I saw my inhuman body being shoveled onto the truck.

My husband always asked me to apologize, but I still didn't know what I did wrong.

Now my soul had no way to escape from his side, I could only continue to follow him silently.

In the familiar house, many layouts still bear traces of my presence.

There were two extra baby beds next to the master bedroom.

When the nanny saw Diego, she smiled and said, "Mommy and Daddy are back. Look, who missed them so much!

Diego smiled brightly.

The family of four was happy and harmonious, with Hillary happily leaning next to him.

"Diego, I am so happy. If I could, I would stop time."

However, he was somewhat absent-minded and took out his mobile phone to check several times.

He comforted her perfunctorily.

"You play with the baby first, I'll go handle some company matters."

He picked up his phone and dialed Oliver's number again.

"It's been almost an hour. Where is the information I need? Where is Zara?"

There was silence for a long time on the other end of the phone before someone spoke in fear.

"I've investigated the information of the correctional center. Ten months ago, all of Ms. Palmer's information was deleted."

"I asked the therapist at that time and he said ... he said ...."

Diego was a little impatient.

"What are you dawdling for? Don't you want to do it anymore?"

The assistant seemed to have mustered up his courage before speaking:

"He told me that the person inside committed suicide by jumping off a building ten months ago due to depression."

The phone fell heavily to the ground and Diego's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

"How is it possible ... how is it possible ...."

"How could Zara, such a heartless person, be depressed? You must have checked the wrong person. Did you use your brain to handle things?"

The assistant trembled nervously.

"It's not wrong ... I've checked the name information and it's indeed your wife."

Diego's voice trembled slightly.

"Why didn't you notify me, Oliver?"

"Mr. Hamilton, you forgot? You told me yourself at that time. You forbade us to mention anything about your wife and you also signed a contract with the correctional center, saying that you would not object and sue if an incident occurred during the treatment and allow the correctional center to take care of it."