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.”

glanced at the details, and it amounted to 20

she barely managed to break even by working three jobs. Just after paying this month’s hospital expenses, there were

“Where are you? I’ve

urgent matter

Nolan let out a cold laugh. “I knew something was off about you suddenly changing your attitude. Do you think I’m

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 had a heart attack and

Nolan asked. Peyton felt strange. Who would say that?

being rescued. Nolan, the surgery costs 20 thousand dollars. Can you give me 1.6

you better understand this. I’m more than happy to see your father dead. I

her father when she was dating Nolan. But the hatred in Nolan’s voice she heard just now had no trace of joking.

want Peyton’s father to die?

family two years ago. Everything seemed to

just a

Nolan, but what had the Schmitt family done wrong

to think too much. The most urgent matter was to gather 20 thousand dollars for the

Peyton hurriedly came forward. “Dr.

survive, but his mental state is fragile. Don’t let him experience any more

of relief. “Thank you, Dr.

a coma, and Peyton asked the caregiver, “My father seemed to be in

mood lately, and he even said that he wanted to eat shrimp and

buy food for Mr.

my father see anyone

before I left. He even mentioned that you like the cake from Delicacies Restaurant and

was not that simple. She instructed the caregiver to take good care of

one visited Mr. Schmitt this morning.” The

“Thank you.”

Schmitt, has Mr. Schmitt’s

embarrassedly, “I will take care of

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not

Nolan’s number. “I have arrived at the courthouse. Where are

“At the company.”

you come for

laughed, “Do you think the tens-of-million-dollar contract that I am about to negotiate is less important than you?”

you to finish the contract. Nolan, please.

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