Chapter 2 I’ll Cover His Funeral Expenses

On the pitch-black night, Peyton returned to the bathroom alone.

The steaming hot water dispelled Peyton’s coldness as she rubbed her swollen eyes and walked into a warmly decorated room. After she pushed open the door, a cozy nursery appeared before her eyes.

Peyton gently flicked the mobile, and the absolute music of the music box filled the room. The room’s light was dimly yellow, creating an extremely warm atmosphere. However, tears uncontrollably streamed down Peyton’s face.

Perhaps this was what Peyton deserved. She failed to protect her child, so she was going to die.

Peyton climbed onto the 1.2-meter-long baby bed and curled up her body like a small shrimp. Tears from her left eye flowed to her right eye and then slid down her cheeks, wetting the baby blanket beneath her.

Peyton held a doll tightly in her arms and murmured, “I’m sorry, baby. It’s all my fault. I failed to protect you. Don’t be afraid. I will be with you soon.”

After the baby’s death, Peyton had been in a poor state. She withered like a bright flower.

Looking at the unyielding darkness, Peyton thought that as long as she left the money to her father, she could go to her baby.

The next morning, before sunrise, Peyton had been dressed neatly. She lowered her head and looked at her beaming face on the marriage

certificate.

It had only been three years.

Peyton made a stomach-friendly breakfast. Even though she couldn’t live much longer, she wanted to take care of her father as long as

possible.

Just as Peyton was about to leave, she received a call from the hospital. “Ms. Schmitt, Mr. Schmitt suddenly had a heart attack and has been taken to the emergency room.”

“I’ll be right there!”

Peyton hurriedly went to the hospital. The surgery was still ongoing, and Peyton waited outside the operating room with her hands clasped. together. She had lost everything. Her only hope now was for her father to live well.

A nurse handed Peyton a stack of bills. “Ms. Schmitt, this is the cost of the emergency treatment and surgery for your father’s sudden

condition.”

it amounted to 20

working three jobs. Just after paying this month’s hospital expenses, there were only 800 dollars left in her bank account. How could

dial Nolan’s phone number. His voice carried sternness. “Where are you? I’ve been waiting for

urgent matter here. I can’t leave.”

out a cold laugh. “I knew something was off about you suddenly changing

for treating me like this. But now I see clearly that this engagement has long lost its necessity. I am willing to divorce you. I didn’t come because my

asked. Peyton felt strange. Who would say

you give me 1.6 million dollars first?

happy to see your father dead. I can give you the money, but only after

phone on the other end went to a busy signal, leaving Peyton in disbelief. She remembered how Nolan respected her father when she was dating Nolan.

Peyton’s father to die? Why?

the bankruptcy of the Schmitt family two years ago. Everything seemed to

just a

Schmitt family’s downfall was all because of Nolan, but what had the Schmitt family

no time to think too much. The most urgent matter was to gather 20 thousand

the operating room door opened, Peyton hurriedly came forward. “Dr. McCain, how

but his mental state

sigh of relief. “Thank you, Dr. McCain.”

“My father seemed to be in good spirits. Why did he suddenly have a heart attack?”

in a good mood lately, and he even said that he wanted

to buy food for Mr.

my father see anyone

cake from Delicacies Restaurant and

not that simple. She instructed the caregiver to take good care of Kason and quickly walked to the nurse

one visited Mr. Schmitt this morning.” The nurse

“Thank you.”

way, Ms. Schmitt, has Mr. Schmitt’s bill been

take care

54.45%

16.17

not seen.

have arrived at the courthouse. Where are

“At the company.”

you come for the divorce

coldly laughed, “Do you think the tens-of-million-dollar contract that I

can wait for you to finish the contract.

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