The Woman From Hell
Chapter 625

Chapter 625

They then looked at me as I lay on the hospital bed. Petra asked, "Why is she suddenly vomiting blood? Did they find anything?”

I did not speak, nor did I have the energy to open my mouth. I did not want to say anything at all.

Theo looked at them with a shockingly sullen gaze but still did not say anything. Thus began a long period of silence.

Theo, Petra, and Grayson all came to the hospital in the following days, but everyone chose to remain silent as though it was all planned.

Every time they came, I would pretend to be a mute no matter what they said to me.

I looked at each of their faces, finding the whole thing ridiculous the more I looked at them. My mother killed my child, and my husband was the instigator.

Was there anything in the world that was more absurd than this?

The blood I vomited was from my heart after holding back for too long, hence it was not considered an illness. I was discharged after four days.

Theo came to pick me up and brought me back to Regal Villa.

It turned out that once a person experienced something that was shocking enough, his or her personality could actually be altered.

I grew silent from the inside out.

I went upstairs and into the bedroom. Looking at every familiar object in the bedroom, I smiled sarcastically.

There were too many memories of me and Theo in this bedroom. There were good and bad memories. I could never have imagined that when I reminisced about the past memories again, Theo and my marriage would have come to an end. The memories between us were proof that I was nothing but a fool.

All these years, all the things I owned were given by someone under Theo's orders. I did not have many things. I wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, so I merely grabbed the bag I carried the most that contained all of my documents.

"It's so late now and it's dangerous for Jerome to drive on the road. Why don't you have a rest here tonight and ask Jerome to come pick you up tomorrow?" said Theo, who had been following behind me this whole time.

I pursed my lips and turned my head around to look indifferently at him. "Thank you for your kindness, M r. Grant, but no thanks."

I could not bring myself to spend another second here.

He frowned, his expression even gloomier. "Must this end this way, Wanda? Things don't have to come to this."

I burst out laughing. "Yeah, things didn't have to come to this, yet why did it get to this stage?"

He pursed his lips, gloom and pain intertwining on his face. "I'm sorry!"

"If my child and Cecilia can return, then I'll gladly accept your apology.”

A murderer was trying to erase all of his mistakes with a mere sorry. How ridiculous.

I indifferently withdrew my gaze from his face and turned around to walk out of the room.

It was February and raining outside. The temperature was a little low.

Before leaving the hospital, I called Jerome asking him to pick me up from Regal Villa. After stepping out of the villa's gate, I saw him and quickened my pace

Seeing that I was not bringing any suitcases with me, Jerome asked, "Do you want me to go upstairs and pack for you?"

He thought I did not pack my bags because I was afraid that Theo would pester me.

I shook my head. "There are too few things here that belong to me."

When I got in the car, I was relieved that this was finally over.