Orphaned Without Refuge

Because I happened to be at the scene when Mason Young was attacked,

I not only became a criminal suspect subjected to online harassment, but my wife Clara also forced me to serve as a blood bag for Mason.

Later, when Mason woke up, I disappeared from their world.

Not long after I left, Clara frantically searched for my whereabouts.

But she didn't know my days were already numbered.

Having just donated blood, my eyes were unfocused and my head felt foggy.

I sat somewhat dazed on a chair in the hospital corridor.

Before long, I saw Clara storming toward me in a rage.

Without a word, Clara slapped me across the face.

The blow left my right ear ringing.

"Levi, Mason better be okay, or I won't let you off!"

"I never thought you could be so vicious, actually hiring someone to hurt him. Have you lost your mind from writing? Think knowing a few tricks about mystery plots means you can get away with anything?"

Hearing Clara's baseless accusation, I explained helplessly: "Mason's attack has nothing to do with me. I was there to meet someone about business."

"Meet someone? Before you left this morning, didn't you say you were going to the nursing home to see your mother? Is there any truth left in your mouth?"

At her words, I lowered my head. I had indeed lied.

I didn't visit my mother today. I went to see a lawyer about making a will.

Last month, I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor.

The surgery carried great risks, so as a precaution, I wanted to prepare my will first.

I didn't want anyone to know about this, so I offered no defense.

Later, after Mason's condition stabilized, I was allowed to leave the hospital.

Just as I walked out the hospital entrance, my editor called.

"Levi, this is bad—you're trending because of suspected murder!" The editor's voice was extremely panicked.