Marriage Beyond Redemption

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.”

and it amounted to 20 thousand

monthly medical expenses were 8,000 dollars, and she barely managed to break even by working three jobs. Just after paying this month’s hospital expenses, there were only 800 dollars left in her bank account.

sternness. “Where are you? I’ve been waiting

have an urgent matter

about you suddenly changing your attitude. Do

Peyton was lying. Peyton explained, “I didn’t lie to you. In the past, I was unwilling and thought you had your reasons 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 father

asked. Peyton felt strange. Who would say

dollars. Can you give me 1.6

laugh. “Peyton, you better understand this. I’m more than happy to see your father dead. I can give you the money, but only after

busy signal, leaving Peyton in disbelief. She remembered how Nolan respected her father when she was dating Nolan. But the hatred

Peyton’s father

of the Schmitt family two years ago. Everything

it just a coincidence?

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

most urgent matter was to gather 20

hurriedly came forward.

Schmitt. Mr. Schmitt is lucky to survive, but his mental state is fragile. Don’t let

of relief. “Thank you, Dr. McCain.”

the caregiver, “My father seemed

“Mr. Schmitt has been in a good mood lately, and he even said that he wanted to eat shrimp and

out to buy food for Mr. Schmitt. By the time I came back,

see anyone before

the cake from Delicacies Restaurant and asked me to buy a portion. Who

felt that it was not that simple. She instructed the caregiver to take good care of Kason and quickly walked to the nurse station to check the

Schmitt this morning.” The nurse gave Peyton the answer.

“Thank you.”

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

take care of

54.45%

16.17

was not seen.

arrived at the

“At the company.”

can you come for

tens-of-million-dollar contract that I am about

to finish the contract. Nolan, please. My father