My Son’s Death: The Murder Plan of My Husband’s First Love novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 

I lived in the welfare home for a while. 

Life was simple but filled with happiness. 

I liked children very much. I liked playing with them and teaching them to read and draw. I liked seeing those kids smile happily. 

Looking at the smiling faces around me every day, my heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment. 

I could use my limited power to let these poor children have a happy childhood. 

Let their lives shift towards a better direction. 

It made me feel useful. 

It also allowed me to fall asleep peacefully every day. 

I liked it here very much. 

I preferred this kind of life. 

While I improved the lives of these children, they also saved me from being stuck in a quagmire. Like that, I spent half a year of happy time here. 

Then one day, I saw news about the Ford Group on the Internet. 

“Tyler Ford, the president of Ford Group, was devastated due to the loss of his son. He is suffering from a ferminal illness and has given up treatment.” 

At the same time as I saw this news, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. 

“Wendy, I am Tyler’s mother.” 

Her voice was not as powerful as it was six months ago. 

With a hint of tiredness, hoarseness, and extreme sadness. 

“What do you want?” 

I responded calmly. 

“Tyler is dying, and he said he wants to see you. I’m calling just to ask you… can you come and see him for the last time?” 

In the past, Olivia always spoke to me in an imperative tone. 

Looking down on me and being arrogant. 

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