For sixteen long years, Eulalia Clearwater gave everything to Percival Dunraven, her first and only love, only to be cruelly pushed aside for his new infatuation. Percival believed that without Eulalia, a world of happiness awaited him, a fresh start with a new love. But when he stumbled upon Eulalia's devastating medical diagnosis, panic set in. Rushing to her side, he found her hand entwined with another's, her eyes filled with a resolve he had never seen before. "Why didn't you tell me about your stomach cancer?" he demanded, his voice trembling with fear and regret. Eulalia's response was a bitter laugh, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of pain and liberation. "Didn't you wish for my early demise?" she mocked. "Percival Dunraven, in the final moments of my life, I no longer want to love you."
View MoreSuddenly, Percival couldn't speak. It felt like a sharp dagger was being slowly driven into the deepest part of his heart, cutting through flesh and bone, causing unbearable pain."Percival, I'm so tired." Maybe she was really exhausted, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible.She used to think that as long as she was alive, it was enough. Now she realized that living was the hardest part, too difficult to endure. Time had turned into a blade, slicing her skin little by little. Every second was torture."It was just an accident..." All he wanted was for Eulalia to be okay, but he saw that her face was growing paler and her body thinner.He had forced the doctor to remove their child, but he hadn't considered that Eulalia would lose the ability to become a mother."An accident?" Eulalia looked at Percival with a hoarse voice, "Removing my child was an accident? Controlling my memories was an accident? Do you know that your 'accidents' can ruin someone's entire life? Percival, are y
Percival’s icy glare instantly silenced the other person.Even though his phone screen was shattered, it still worked. Suppressing his emotions, Percival picked up the phone from the ground, took out the SIM card, and threw the phone into the trash can.Evadne, after finishing her blood draw, was helped out soon after. She glanced at Percival, knowing he was in a foul mood, and wisely chose not to speak.Having had 700 milliliters of blood drawn, Evadne looked a bit pale but didn’t pass out. This was the first time she had given so much blood. She wondered how Eulalia had managed to keep giving blood all those years.What a wretch. Evadne had no sympathy for her rival. The worse off Eulalia was, the happier Evadne felt. After all, Eulalia had taken things that didn’t belong to her, and everyone must pay a price for what they’ve taken. It was all deserved.During those four years, Evadne had bribed her doctor. Conditions like coagulation disorders and severe anemia were all fabricated.
Percival’s face darkened, a gloom settling between his brows. Eulalia was suffering from stomach cancer, and in order not to affect her next treatment, to cure her disease, this child simply couldn’t be kept.He had “forcibly” tied her down for the abortion. To say it didn’t hurt him would be a lie. As a father, he had deeply wished to raise this child with Eulalia, to watch the child grow.But it wasn’t the right time for this child.Eulalia was in the operating room, and he had considered various consequences, like severe bleeding or emotional breakdown, but he hadn’t anticipated her uterus would encounter issues requiring removal.Percival glanced at his hands again, no wonder he always saw them stained with blood that no amount of washing could clean.He had killed his own child twice, and now he had deprived Eulalia of her ability to
This scenario felt eerily familiar. Years ago, when Evadne was in a car accident, Eulalia had offered to donate blood, saying something very similar.“Do you really have to make demands at a time like this?” Percival’s expression suddenly turned cold and hard.Evadne met his icy gaze, swallowing involuntarily. She was fed up with feeling disheartened; she no longer cared about Percival’s opinion of her. All she wanted was the Mrs. Dunravenposition.“Why could Eulalia do it, but I can’t? Percy, it’s your choice now. Either engage to me and I save Eulalia, or just watch her bleed to death.”Percival’s eyes sharpened like a hawk’s: “Are you threatening me?” His menacing look was enough to make anyone’s legs wobble.Evadne forced herself to appear calm: “Percy, this isn’t a threat. You&rsq
Eulalia seemed to see a long-buried memory from the past.“Eulalia, have a child with me, or I’ll tie you to the bed...”I’m carrying your baby now. Why don’t you want it anymore?Eulalia half-closed her eyes, her pupils slightly dilated, her lashes partly covering them, casting shadows that made her eyes seem hazy.Her nail-less hands pathetically curled up, occasionally twitching. She could hardly breathe, lying there like a fish washed ashore, on the verge of death.Suddenly, something fell between her legs. In that moment, she felt her child leave her body. She didn’t know where she found the strength to hold on till the end, but she managed to murmur with dry lips, “Is it a boy or a girl?”The doctor replied a bit stiffly, “A boy.”“Can I see him?” Just moments ago, Eulalia was wailing in agony, but now her expression changed completely, calm with a hint of sparkle in her eyes.The nearest nurse, seeing this, thought it was a fleeting rally before death.Eulalia now looked so ind
There's this saying, right? If someone truly loves you, you can't get away, unless they let you go.So, did Percival not letting her go mean he really loved her? Could love involve hurting her? Could love look at her with such cruel eyes? Could love want to kill their child?Her eyes swelled with tears because of the stress, tears streaming down her face.Percival watched her tear-stained face expressionlessly, his grip unyielding until a bodyguard injected Eulalia in the wrist. Only then did he relax a bit.Soon after the injection, Eulalia’s consciousness blurred, her limbs numbed, and she couldn’t even shout for help. Keeping her eyes open was all the strength she could muster.Percival scooped up the limp Eulalia, then instructed the bodyguard to tidy up the room inside.Eulalia's tears flowed helplessly, her voice trembling, "Let me go, Percival, please let me go..." Her voice was faint, squeezed out as if from her throat, barely audible.Her weak voice was so low, Percival almos
“When you told me that this child was an accident and shouldn’t have come into this world, I thought it was you who shouldn’t have been born. Your mother should have killed you in her womb, or taken you with her when she died,” Eulalia’s voice was icy.“You deserve to be parentless and unloved!”Words, such potent tools, can express love deeply but can also cut sharply when used to hurt someone, like a dagger that can stab and leave a person bleeding profusely.Once deeply in love, these two now pressured each other with the most venomous words. If she had a dagger in her hand, she would not hesitate to thrust it into his chest.Percival inhaled deeply, trying to calm his chaotic emotions, but it was futile; his blood felt frozen. The repressed feelings seemed to have no outlet.Had anyone else spoken to him like that, he would have slapped them hard, the kind that could cripple or kill.The death of his parents was a wound that never healed, even after so many years. Just thinking ab
“Meow~”The eight-month-old Ragdoll cat had grown to weigh about 10 kilograms. Ms. Hayak had kept its fur spotless, and those blue eyes looked super well-behaved when staring at someone.Ragdoll cats are really friendly with people. Even faced with Percival, who always looks gloomy, the cat would still come over and rub her head against him, leaving her hair all over him before sauntering away leisurely.Right now, Percival was scrolling through photos of Eulalia on his phone, and the Ragdoll cat came over to peek, jumped onto the back of the sofa, and pawed at Percival’s shoulder.Percival, who once hated pets and wouldn’t even touch them, now didn’t mind at all being stepped on by the cat. He reached out to rub the cat’s head and then turned around, hugged the cat into his arms, and pointed at Eulalia’s photo on the phone, saying, “Soon, your mom will be back.”The Ragdoll cat nuzzled the phone and gave a soft meow.---“Eulalia, stop right there!”Eulalia didn’t dare to stop. She r
Eulalia’s mind went blank with fright, and her phone nearly slipped from her hands and crashed to the ground.She quickly realized that there are many people with the same name in the world; this Trent might not be the one she knew.Besides, she had changed her phone number and her FB account.Eulalia didn’t dare accept the friend request, tossing her phone aside to continue with her tasks, hoping to dispel her unease.But the name "Trent" kept circling in her mind, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything. By evening, she picked up her phone again to find that he had sent three friend requests, this time with a message.“Don’t recognize me anymore?”“Since you left Percival, would you consider me? I’m very interested in you.”There was no doubt now—it was Trent. How did he get her ID?Eulalia’s hands shook with nerves, her fingers trembling like those of someone with Parkinson's disease, the harsh light above making her eyes hurt.She finally clicked "accept."It seeme
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