Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 28

I bit my lip, tasting blood, to keep myself from losing my mind.

I pressed the answer button.

But I didn't speak, afraid that saying something inappropriate would make Lawrence suspicious.

"Melinda, weren't you going to see Lucky? Why are you at the hospital?" Lawrence's gentle voice came through.

It sent a chill down my spine.

My first reaction was that he was following me.

I instinctively looked around warily.

No sign of Lawrence!

I tried hard to suppress my nervousness and joked, "Hmm, how did you know? Did you install a tracker on me?"

Lawrence's tone was very calm, "I think I just heard a call number, it sounded familiar!"

I didn't immediately believe him and looked around at my current location.

I was in the waiting room, and indeed there was a nurse calling out numbers.

"You have good ears!" I eased some of my worries and spoke with more confidence, "I just felt a bit unwell, so I came to check it out since I had nothing else to do."

"Have you finished the check-up? How are the results?"

"Nothing serious, just normal post-delivery symptoms. The doctor told me not to worry." I lied smoothly, having done it so many times.

I finally understood how Lawrence could lie to me so skillfully and without any psychological burden every time.

"That's good. Melinda, I'm sorry. I said I would take care of you, but I didn't even notice you were unwell. If I had known, I would have postponed my meeting with the client today to accompany you.

I'll come to pick you up. But Melinda, you'll have to wait a bit longer. I still have some details to discuss with the client and finalize the contract. It's eleven now, so I should be done around twelve." Lawrence sounded deeply affectionate.

I smirked sarcastically. He wasn't genuinely concerned about picking me up; an hour was enough time for me to go home directly.

Besides, he had a meeting with a client at noon, so naturally, he would have lunch with them.

"No need, it's not a big deal. It's noon, and you should have lunch with the client. Otherwise, they might think you're stingy and it could affect the cooperation."

I wasn't being considerate of Lawrence or worried about the company; I just didn't want to see Lawrence at this moment and have to act in front of him.

Facing Lawrence, one of the murderers of my daughter, I feared I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to kill him.

"Alright, Melinda, you're so understanding. Don't worry, I'll work hard and earn more money so you can live more comfortably. I won't keep you any longer. Take a cab home and stay safe. My phone is always on for you."

Lawrence probably thought he was being very affectionate.

To me, it was just hypocritical bullshit.

"Okay, I know."

I hung up the phone, suppressing my nausea.

Lawrence, just wait. Blood for blood, I will make you pay for everything.

Since Jason said we need evidence, I'll find it and use the law to punish him, sending him to prison myself.

Just wait!

But now, I need to figure out how to make Lawrence confess!

The child has already been cremated, so there's no way to call the police and have a forensic examination to get answers.

I don't want my child to suffer even after death. Since I already know Lawrence did it, I'll find evidence another way.

I'm sorry, my child, for not being able to protect you.

But I promise, I will avenge you.

So please, my child, bless me with the evidence soon so I can avenge you.

If you have the chance to be my child again, I will protect you.

"Ding dong!"

At that moment, I received a message on my phone.

I opened it and saw it was from the hospital.

Because I was in a hurry to get to the private hospital, I didn't have time to wait for the test results of the supplements, so I left my contact information with the doctor and asked them to send me the report.

I had just left the hospital when I received the results. Although I didn't understand many of the technical terms, I could confirm that the supplements were indeed toxic.

Since Vance had warned me about this, he probably had someone professional who could understand the report, so I sent it to Vance.

Then I sent him a voice message, "Lawrence gave me some supplements today, and I had them tested at the hospital. Can you take a look? I don't understand some of it."

Vance quickly replied, "Ms. Turner, this is very risky. If Lawrence finds out you went to the hospital for testing, it could be dangerous."

I replied, "I'm fine, he didn't notice."

I was about to tell Vance about my findings at the hospital when my phone rang.

It was a call from the financial institution, probably about the renewal. After talking to Paula last time, I had mentioned the renewal to the financial institution, but I had been too busy and had to avoid Lawrence, so I asked them to arrange a specific time.

Knowing how ruthless Lawrence could be, I didn't dare delay. Every day was a risk.

"Let's meet now. I'm near Harmony Women's and Children's Hospital. Let's meet somewhere in between. Send me the location."

I couldn't stay in this place any longer. Otherwise, the financial institution would have come to me directly.

The person on the other end was smart and quickly sent me the location.

It wasn't far from where I was, just a ten-minute drive, probably chosen for my convenience.

Twenty-five million dollars, five million more than my parents initially gave me, because I had invested some small earnings as well.

We quickly signed the renewal contract, and he asked about my child, "Ms. Turner, your child should be about a month old now, right?"

I lowered my head and responded softly.

I didn't tell him that my child had passed away.

No one could truly understand the pain of losing a child, and I didn't want to receive sympathy or pity at this moment.

It would only make me seem more incompetent and foolish for not being able to protect my child who died shortly after birth.

I composed myself, my rationality returning, and realized that apart from signing the contract, I mostly communicated with this financial manager over the phone or through holiday greetings. Even if he knew I was pregnant, he shouldn't know so clearly. If I hadn't had a premature birth, my child would indeed be about a month old now.

But since I had a premature birth, my child would have been almost a hundred days old by now.

I was puzzled and asked him cautiously, "Manager, how did you know my child is about a month old?"