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“How pathetic. He didn’t even get to see the world clearly before dying at the hands of your mistress.”
“And now, even his last bit of ash…” Julian’s expression wavered for a moment, but Vivian immediately grabbed his hand. “Julian, ignore her. She just wants sympathy! Those photos…”
“Enough.” Julian cut her off, turning to me. “Claire Reynolds, take all your things and get
out.”
Vivian pouted in dissatisfaction. “Julian, don’t let her off so easy! She should pay for emotional damages!”
Julian stroked her head. “Good girl. She doesn’t have any money anyway.”
“And I find her money disgusting.”
He cast a cold glance at me, then walked away, holding the laughing Vivian Thorne.
In the bus station waiting area, I tightly clutched a ticket to a small coastal town down south. My bag contained my child’s death certificate, my divorce papers, and a tiny bit of his ashes.
The broadcast announced boarding for my bus. I stood up, then suddenly heard a familiar name on the TV news.
“Julian Hayes, CEO of Hayes Corp., publicly announced yesterday that he will invest fifty million dollars in children’s medical charities…”
I looked up at the TV screen. Julian stood tall in a suit before the camera, with the elegantly dressed Vivian Thorne by his side. A reporter asked if this was to accumulate good karma for their upcoming child. He smiled and didn’t answer, while Vivian shyly caressed her stomach.
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My stomach churned, and I rushed into the restroom, dry heaving. The woman in the mirror was gaunt, with heavy dark circles under her eyes.
My phone suddenly vibrated. I looked, it was an unknown number.
“Hello?”
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“Ms. Reynolds? This is Nurse Sarah from City Hospital.” The caller lowered her voice. “Do you remember me? The nurse who was on duty that day.”
My fingers tightened instantly, a little nervous. “Yes, I remember.”
“I have a surveillance video here… from the hallway that day.” Her voice was trembling, but she continued, “I secretly backed it up. Ms. Thorne… she intentionally dropped the
baby.”
The air conditioning in the waiting area was strong, but I felt a chilling cold to my bones. “Why are you telling me this?”
“My conscience couldn’t take it…” Her voice was tearful, stammering, “The baby was so pitiful… I’ve sent the video to your email.”
After hanging up, I tremblingly opened my email. The video was short, only about ten seconds. In the footage, Vivian Thorne held my baby, then let go without hesitation!
I quickly closed my phone, my chest heaving. Even seeing that footage again, my heart
couldn’t take it.
The broadcast sounded again. My bus was boarding. As I dragged my suitcase towards
the gate, I hesitated for a moment, then forwarded the video to Julian Hayes‘ email. No message, just a blank subject line.
Let him discover the truth himself.
I deleted all records, took out the SIM card, broke it, and threw it in the trash. From now on, Claire Reynolds would completely disappear.
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