After a week of night shifts, I made a mistake. I injected phenobarbital into my son Albert Morrison’s body instead of the intended antibiotic. This mistake caused Albert to stop breathing on the spot. The hospital declared his brain dead. Upon hearing the news, my husband Harvey Morrison had a mental breakdown. He became very agitated and could only calm down by holding his nephew Felix Morrison, as Felix looked a lot like Albert. So, I gave up a valuable opportunity to transfer back to a city job. I used this opportunity to gain the consent of Harvey’s late brother’s wife, Mila Allan, to let Felix be adopted by our family. Because of that mistake, I have been extremely careful and hardworking. Even when facing Harvey’s cold and disdainful looks every day, I don’t mind. Until ten years later, Mila returned to her hometown, very successful and wealthy. I accidentally overheard her conversation with Harvey. Mila asked, “Back then, to help me become a city resident, you went as far as switching the medication and personally caused your child’s death. Do you really not regret it?” Harvey coldly laughed and said, “I don’t regret it. I promised you that I would make you someone better and more successful than others. With Charlotte’s personality, if she knew there was a chance to transfer back to the city, she would definitely fight you to the end.” Charlotte Simpson is my name. He continued, “I could only use my son’s death to trap her for life. This way, I could naturally have her raise our child, allowing you to focus on your career without any burden.” I couldn’t believe everything I heard. I rushed out of the room but fell into the fast-flowing river. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Albert was declared dead by the hospital. The painful feeling of not being able to breathe while drowning still lingered in my nose. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Mila’s tear-filled eyes. Mila said, “Charlotte, you’re awake. Albert is dead. Please control your grief.” The familiar voice reached my ears, and I suddenly realized I had been reborn. I was reborn on the day I gave the wrong medication, causing Albert’s “death.” Looking at this pretentiously kind face in front of me, I was furious. In my past life, it was Mila and Harvey who sent Albert to the orphanage. They even pretended to be heartbroken and reluctant, transferring that ungrateful Felix under my name, making me raise their child. Back then, I failed to see their hidden, cruel ambitions. Every time Mila came to my house to see Felix, I would voluntarily work overtime, giving them enough time to be alone together. I guess they were probably mocking me as a fool behind my back at the time. I dug my fingernails deep into my palm, forcefully suppressing the hatred in my heart. I’ll settle the score with them for all these wrongs they’ve done, one by one. Phenobarbital doesn’t cause immediate death. They must have hidden Albert. It was urgent, so I couldn’t delay. I threw off the blanket and rushed out. My action startled Mila. Mila said, “Charlotte, what are you doing? Even if Albert is gone, you have to stay strong. You’re still young. You can definitely have more children.” How ridiculous. Since Felix was adopted into my family, not only have Harvey and I not had any marital life, but even if Harvey and I got slightly closer by about two inches, Felix would loudly broadcast it. In this era, where newlyweds making louder noises at night would be mocked, Harvey and I lived like the most familiar strangers. Now, I understand. As long as Felix is adopted into my family, Mila can effortlessly get a spot to transfer back to a city job. This way, someone takes care of her child, and she can even conveniently plant a spy between Harvey and me. This one thing achieves three goals at once. She really knows how to plan and scheme. Mila tried to stop me. I pinched my thigh hard, and tears immediately streamed down. I said, “Mila, don’t stop me. Without Albert, as a mother, I don’t want to live either. Tell me where Albert is. I want to die with Albert.” In my past life, I was completely consumed by the guilt of causing my son’s death with my own hands. I didn’t even see the body and hurriedly had them bury Albert. Mila was completely panicked. She had already taken Albert away. How could there be a body? She could only scream sharply, hoping someone would hear the commotion and come quickly. Sure enough, the ward door was suddenly pushed open. My gaze met a pair of bloodshot eyes. The next second, a large rough hand tightly gripped my neck. The moment Harvey appeared, Mila let go of her tight grip around my waist. The suffocating pain quickly overwhelmed me. Looking at Harvey’s blood-red eyes, I couldn’t stop trembling all over. In my past life, he went crazy like this, blaming the child’s death on me and even trying to drive me to despair. Only Felix’s appearance could calm him down. At that time, I was filled with guilt, so when Mila suggested adopting Felix under my name, I had no objections. Back then, I only hoped Felix could bring new hope to our broken family. He did bring hope, but it wasn’t for me. My breath was taken away, and my vision gradually blurred. At this moment, a child’s voice rang out. “Dad.”
After the tender “Dad” sounded, the hand gripping my neck loosened. I lay on the ground, gasping for air. And Harvey, whose eyes were bloodshot just now, immediately changed his expression upon hearing that “Dad.” He used all his strength to hold Felix, who had rushed into his arms, as if holding a precious treasure lost and found again. His hands trembled, and he kept murmuring softly, “Albert, Albert…” Who wouldn’t be moved by this performance? Only I kept a cold face, unwilling to spare them even a glance. If I hadn’t lived again, I might have been so guilt-ridden at this moment that I’d wish to apologize with my life. After all, I am directly responsible for Albert’s death and indirectly caused Harvey to go mad and lose his sanity. Noticing my cold expression, Mila cautiously said, “Charlotte, I let Felix call Harvey ‘Dad’ for your sake. You saw it too. Albert is gone, and Harvey’s mental state…” The worry on her face was unmistakable. I sneered inwardly. Whether she did it to stabilize Harvey’s emotions or for something else, she knew better than I did. I said, “Is that so? That must have been hard on you, Mila.” Meeting my stern gaze, Mila instinctively looked away, then turned to comfort Harvey and Felix. I didn’t hesitate either and strode out of the ward. This time, no one bothered to stop me. Standing in front of the public phone booth, I took a deep breath before dialing that familiar number. The voice on the other end said, “Hello?” I said, “Dad, Mom, Albert is missing.” Almost the moment I heard the voices of my parents, George Simpson and Evelyn Simpson, my tears uncontrollably streamed down. Hearing my tearful voice, George and Evelyn, who had angrily threatened to cut ties with me when I got married, also panicked. After I haltingly explained everything, I heard a steady and reliable man’s voice on the receiver. He said, “Charlotte, don’t be afraid. We’ll definitely help you find Albert. Can you handle things over there on your own?” Although I couldn’t see the person on the other end of the phone, I still instinctively nodded like I did when I was a child. I said, “I can manage. The transfer notice has been issued. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow.” He said, “Alright, we’ll wait for you to come back.” This gentle male voice reached my ears, inexplicably giving me a strong and reassuring feeling. I returned to the ward and saw Harvey and Mila sitting on either side of Felix. When they looked at each other, the sweet and clingy atmosphere almost overflowed. I pushed the door open directly, interrupting the warmth filling the room. Harvey, who had “returned” to normal, turned his head, not even bothering to spare me a glance. Mila, however, stood up a bit embarrassed, then walked over to me and held my hand. She said, “Charlotte, we’ve discussed it. In a few days, we’ll find a time to transfer Felix to you and Harvey’s name.” Her face was full of heartache, but the slight lift of her brows still revealed her true feelings inside. Before I could speak, a small figure slammed into my waist. Felix roared, “Bad woman! Don’t think you can separate me from Mom!” Then, he cried and threw himself into Mila’s arms, sobbing, “Mom, don’t you want me anymore?” After all, Felix is just an eight-year-old child now. Even though Mila had talked to him a lot before, he still couldn’t control his emotions when truly facing abandonment by his biological mother. I held my aching waist, looking at the scene of a loving mother and a filial child before me, sneering coldly in my heart. Facing Felix’s tears, a trace of reluctance flashed in Mila’s eyes. But the next second, she steeled herself. Mila said, “What are you doing? Hurry up and apologize to your mom!” Felix stiffened his neck, like a stubborn little wild beast. Mila raised her hand and slapped him, then shoved him hard onto me. As soon as he got close to me, Felix grabbed my hand and bit down hard. The sharp pain in my wrist made me throw him hard against the wall. The scene was chaotic. Harvey’s mother, Freya Morrison, pushed the door open and came in. She saw Felix crying loudly, while Harvey and Mila were frantically holding him to comfort him. And I stood aside, looking as if it had nothing to do with me. Freya said, “Charlotte, you wicked woman! You killed Albert, and now you want to kill Felix too?” She grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall with her rough hands. My vision turned blood-red as blood streamed down. Mila screamed, drawing everyone’s attention.
Harvey carefully covered Mila’s eyes, his brows tightly furrowed. He said, “Mom. Mila faints at the sight of blood. Even if you want to act, this isn’t the place.” Freya, who was showing off in front of me just now, instantly lost her momentum. She ingratiatingly helped Harvey support Mila out of the ward. As she passed me, Mila gave me a slight smile, showing no signs of fainting or discomfort. In the vast ward, only the sound of my heavy breathing remained. I forced myself to walk to the nurse’s station. The nurse on duty was startled when she saw me. She said, “Ms. Simpson, what’s wrong with you?” After hastily bandaging up, I immediately got up and headed toward the leader’s office. Unexpectedly, I ran into Harvey and Mila eagerly embracing each other in the hallway. Mila said, “Harvey, sending Albert to the orphanage, are you sure you won’t regret it? He’s your own son.” Harvey’s voice was hoarse. He said, “Of course, I don’t regret it. Felix is my son. I remember Charlotte’s family even prepared a house for her in the city. When Felix grows up, won’t all of this be ours?” “Besides, haven’t you always wanted to study in the city? This is a perfect chance for you to check it out.” Mila said emotionally, “Harvey, you’re so good to me.” After speaking, the sound of a sticky embrace followed. My stomach churned with nausea. Holding back the urge to vomit, I went around to the other staircase and headed to the leader’s office. I carefully tucked the transfer notice into my pocket before returning to the ward. But when I pushed open the ward door, I found it empty. Seeing me return, a nurse tidying up the room said a bit awkwardly, “Ms. Simpson, your husband said there’s no need to waste money, so…” I didn’t say anything, just let out a self-deprecating chuckle. Since that’s the case, I might as well go back to the staff dormitory to pack my things. After confirming with the logistics department that the staff dormitory would be reclaimed once my transfer procedures were completed, I finally felt at ease and returned to the dormitory. But the moment I opened the door, I was stunned by what I saw. The wedding photo on the wall was gone, the orchids I planted on the balcony were missing, and the bedsheets and duvet cover had been replaced with patterns I disliked. All traces of me in the house had disappeared. As I stood there in a daze, laughter came from outside the door. I opened the door and saw Mila in brand-new clothes, holding Harvey’s arm intimately. The diamond bracelet on her wrist sparkled blindingly. Harvey was holding shopping bags from the department store, and his other hand was holding Felix, who was eating candy. Seeing this scene, my blood pressure instantly spiked. Married to Harvey for ten years, he never bought anything for Albert and me. Now, he’s openly buying things for another woman and her child. How can I not be angry? Even though I already knew what kind of person he is, I can’t help but feel heartbroken at this moment. I said, “Harvey, explain this to me. Why is all my stuff gone from this house?” Harvey frowned tightly and said impatiently, “I let Mila move in. Felix will be our child from now on.” “I let Mila move in so I could spend more time with Felix. Do you really have to fuss over such small things?” I could hardly believe my ears. I said, “Fussing over small things? You let a widow move into our home…” Before I could finish my sentence, a hard slap landed on my face. Harvey said, “Charlotte, I’m not as dirty as you think.” Immediately, Harvey’s eyes widened. Seeing me covering my face, he looked guilty for a moment. He instinctively took a step back but continued, “If it weren’t for you killing Albert, how would we have ended up here?” “I’ll take Mila and Felix to stay at a hotel for a couple of days. You think it over on your own.” After saying that, he took all the cash from the drawer and left with the two of them as if fleeing. I looked around the house, which was filled with traces of Mila’s presence. I grabbed a broom and started smashing things around the house. Since these things were bought with my money, no one can blame me even if I smash them all. After smashing everything, I specifically went to the logistics department and told them I didn’t want anything in the house anymore. I also said that if they needed anything, they could just take it. It was two days later when the house was completely emptied. I handed over the keys to the staff dormitory. Then, I saw a car parked at the hospital entrance at the agreed time. The car window rolled down, and I immediately saw Albert wearing a small hat, smiling sweetly at me. He called out, “Mom.” The deep unease in my heart finally disappeared. I held my precious, lost-and-found treasure tightly. At this moment, a steady male voice came from the driver’s seat. He said, “Let’s go. George and Evelyn are still waiting for you.” I nodded, took one last look at the place where I had spent ten years, and then got in the car without looking back.
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