Chapter 14
The doctor said nothing more and injected anesthesia into Willow’s body.
In her extreme terror, Willow didn’t lose consciousness but watched wide–eyed as the doctor cut open her belly. The baby inside already had a heartbeat, lying peacefully there–if they just took him out, this child could live!
Willow screamed and cried, “My baby! My baby!”
But with one injection, the child who had just been showing a heartbeat gradually lost all signs of life.
“Ahhhh!!” Willow’s scream was heart–wrenching. Even with the anesthesia, she seemed to still feel the pain.
Her child–the child she’d longed for all this time–was just gone like that!
She struggled with bloodshot eyes. “Mason Vale, Mason Vale! This was our child! How could you be so heartless!”
No one answered her. The doctor removed the dead fetus and tossed it into the trash can, worthless.
Mason turned and left. He had other things to do–he couldn’t stay here forever.
Willow passed out in her screaming agony, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t even get one last look at her child. After the surgery was complete, she was immediately transferred to the Vale family’s basement.
Meanwhile, Mason couldn’t reach Lyra’s parents, which meant the airline couldn’t process Lyra’s remains. He went to the airport again, explained his relationship with Lyra, and successfully obtained a small box containing her ashes.
This shallow, light little box–this was all that was left of his Lyra.
He brought her home and contacted the cemetery. Just as he hung up, his phone rang again–an unknown number.
Mason answered.
“Hello, Mr. Vale. This is the civil affairs bureau. The divorce certificate you and Ms. Blackwood filed for a month ago is ready. Please come pick it up when you have time.”
The staff member’s voice jolted him awake, once again reminding him that he and Lyra were no longer connected in any way. His heart seized with pain, as if pierced by countless needles.
Mason took several deep breaths before he could speak with difficulty. “I understand. I’ll come by later.”
Then he hung up. Mason gripped his phone tightly–not only had Lyra left him, but their marriage had also ended by his own doing.
He had truly lost her and could never get her back.
Mason’s eyes stung with tears. If only he had sent Willow away immediately, if only he had truly treated Willow as nothing more than a tool for bearing a child, if only he hadn’t kept following his parents‘ wishes, if only he hadn’t given Lyra that plane ticket… would they not have ended up like
this?
The more he considered all these “what ifs,” the more suffocated he felt. He’d had countless chances to prevent this.
He had the driver take him to the cemetery, where he personally buried the urn in the earth and covered it handful by handful.
On the headstone, Lyra smiled radiantly–a photo from their happiest moments. But how long had it been since he’d seen such a brilliant smile from her?
Looking at that face so close yet so far away, Mason couldn’t hold back anymore. He knelt before Lyra’s grave and wept uncontrollably.
Heavy rain poured down, drowning out his voice, mixing tears with rainwater, soaking his thin frame and washing away the hope in his heart.
Mason knelt before Lyra’s grave all night, speaking countless words of regret, but he would never hear her reply again.
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Chapter 14
It wasn’t until dawn that the butler approached with an umbrella.
“Mr. Vale, your parents are demanding to see you, and so is Ms. Harper. She’s in pretty bad shape too.”
The butler’s voice carried worry–Mason hadn’t rested for several days straight.
The man stood up, swaying before steadying himself.
“Go to the old house first. I need to settle accounts with them about Lyra–even if they are my parents.”
His eyes flickered with calm, deep hatred.
