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

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

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

have an urgent matter

knew something was off about you suddenly changing your attitude. Do you think I’m a fool to believe such

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 had a heart attack

felt strange. Who would say

he’s still being rescued. Nolan, the surgery costs 20 thousand dollars. Can you give me 1.6 million dollars first?

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

her father when she was dating Nolan. But the hatred in Nolan’s voice she heard

father

the Schmitt family two years ago. Everything seemed to

it just a

but what had the Schmitt

matter was to gather 20 thousand dollars for the medical

room door opened, Peyton hurriedly came

his mental state is fragile. Don’t

of relief. “Thank you,

was still in a coma, and Peyton asked the caregiver, “My father seemed

caregiver answered immediately, “Mr. Schmitt has been in a good mood lately, and he even said that he wanted

went out to buy food for Mr. Schmitt. By the time I came back, he had already been taken to the emergency room.

my father see anyone

Delicacies Restaurant and asked me to buy a portion. Who would have known that something like this happened all of a

the caregiver to take good care of Kason and quickly

one visited Mr. Schmitt this morning.” The nurse gave Peyton the answer.

“Thank you.”

Schmitt, has Mr.

said embarrassedly, “I will take care

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not seen.

number. “I have arrived at the

“At the company.”

come for the divorce formalities now?”

that I am

finish the contract. Nolan, please. My father urgently

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