Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 33

"You are the person I love the most, of course, I care about your safety the most. By the way, where are you now? Haven't you gone home yet?"

After all, I said I would be back in an hour when I went to the hospital.

I casually asked, "How do you know I haven't gone home? How do you know everything?"

He doesn't actually know because there are cameras at home.

Lawrence would never admit it; he would just desperately try to cover it up.

On the other end of the phone, Lawrence's breathing became heavier, then he laughed and said, "Isn't it because we have a special connection? I was just guessing earlier, but now I'm sure you haven't gone home. You naughty girl, you said you'd be back in an hour.

So where are you now? I'm really worried about you!"

"My phone must have been downstairs at that time, I didn't see it. I'm at the Turner Villa. These past few days, I've been dreaming about my parents. They look at me with such love and pity, but no matter how I call them, they don't speak.

Tell me, why are my parents ignoring me? Are they disappointed in me?"

I actually wanted to say, are they angry because I married Lawrence?

Lawrence comforted me with a smile, "No, we're doing well now. Maybe they are relieved, so they came to see you one last time to be at peace. Melinda, don't overthink it. I'll come to pick you up!"

I thought about Christopher next door. It shouldn't be such a coincidence that Lawrence would see him.

But it's better to avoid trouble. This is the time for Lawrence and me to act for each other, to prevent him from seeing Christopher and then losing control and doing something outside of my plan.

"No need, I've already called a car. It will be here soon."

I refused directly.

Lawrence then expressed his concern for me a few more times before hanging up the phone.

Ever since I discovered that all his kindness towards me was an act, I realized that Lawrence's "love" was full of falsehoods. He didn't really want to pick me up; he would rather I take a cab home myself.

The moment I hung up the phone, my gentle face was immediately replaced by coldness.

The breeze couldn't blow away the irritation in my heart; instead, it added a sense of loss.

Nowadays, I seem to be becoming more hypocritical, more disguised, and less like myself.

In fact, I'm a bit scared that one day I will become unrecognizable to myself. When I go to see my parents and my child in the future, will they also not recognize me?

Lawrence, you really deserve to die!

But I can't become like him, repulsive and unrecognizable.

He should be grateful to be born in this era, where the law temporarily protects him.

However, he will eventually pay for his bad deeds. The law will not let him go either.

In the following days, Lawrence continued to be kind to me as usual. If I didn't know we were both acting, it would seem to outsiders that we had returned to our previous loving state.

However, one thing remained unchanged: the supplements in the morning and evening.

Yes, it used to be just in the morning. I think Lawrence is getting more anxious, so to speed up my poisoning, he changed it to both morning and evening.

The first night he brought me the supplements, I looked puzzled.

"Why do I have to drink it at night too?"

Lawrence looked at me affectionately and touched my hair, "Melinda, you are too weak after giving birth. I want you to get better. Then we can have another child, okay?"

Luckily, I lowered my eyes at that moment; otherwise, I probably couldn't hide my desire to kill him.

I wanted to bite his smooth neck and break it.

How dare he mention the child to me again.

My face turned pale, and Lawrence noticed my mood.

He held my hand and tried to get close to me, "Melinda, I heard a saying recently that a child chooses their mother. The child chose you, and although it passed away due to an accident, since it chose you once, it will definitely choose to be your child again.

So, I was thinking, if we could have another child soon, wouldn't it be the same child? We could be together again."

Yes, I miss the child very much.

But I don't want the child to be Lawrence's child again.

Lawrence is not fit to be a father.

"Really?" I asked him with teary eyes, uncertain.

Lawrence nodded firmly, "Really!"

See, how hypocritical he is. He didn't even blink when he said that.

Lying without any psychological burden.

I chuckled and drank the supplements.

Lawrence smiled and even tried to get close to me.

I almost threw up in disgust and turned my head away, clearly feeling the flash of coldness in Lawrence's eyes.

He looked hurt, "Melinda, you still don't want me to get close?"

"Aren't you asking me to get better? The doctor said today that I need to abstain for a while." I had just been to the hospital not long ago.

Although Lawrence was unwilling, since he successfully tricked me into drinking the supplements, he didn't insist on it.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll wait for you!" Lawrence touched my face and turned to leave.

As soon as he left, I went to the bathroom, induced vomiting, and threw up all the supplements I had drunk.

For the next few days, Lawrence watched me drink the supplements, and then I went to the bathroom to induce vomiting. My throat and stomach were a bit uncomfortable.

The more anxious Lawrence was for me to drink so many supplements, the more it proved that there was something wrong with them. I contacted Vance again privately.

To avoid being monitored, I went out and found a quiet place by the river to make a call.

Last time Paula said he informed her, he was concerned, so I had to thank him.

"Mr. Bailey, thank you for your concern. Have you found out anything about Lawrence these days?"

Vance: "I checked the surveillance. Lawrence's schedule is very regular. He goes to the office in the morning and comes home around eight in the evening. Besides buying groceries, he goes to the supermarket. It's almost the same every day. There's nothing else for now. He hasn't had any contact with Clara either."

"Lawrence wouldn't give up on Clara, the wealthy woman, so easily. Clara is someone he would harm me to climb up to. I don't believe he would cut ties with her so quickly."

I sneered.

Vance agreed, "I think so too. Let's wait and see if he slips up.

By the way, after you went to the hospital, didn't you mention Evan to me? I checked, and he has gone to Avalonia for further studies."

My face darkened, and my suspicions were further confirmed.

Vance continued, "That Evan is the son of the Simpson family's driver. He grew up with Clara. According to my investigation, the Simpson family does a lot of charity work, including scholarships for poor students and hospital investments, all related to Evan.

Evan is on the list of poor students, and his scholarship and grants are ridiculously high. But his grades are not good enough to receive these awards, nor is he qualified to enter that private hospital."