His love

Chapter 224 

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“Willow, you’ve been framed? Who’s the conniving bitch that did this to you? Tell me, and I’ll make sure she regrets ever being born!!!” 

Celeste’s message popped up, loaded with exclamation points, and Willow could practically feel her 

friend’s fiery spirit through the screen. She couldn’t help but crack a smile. 

“Cece, I’m fine. Once we get that surveillance footage, no one will be able to frame me.” 

Since Willow didn’t want to name the culprit, Celeste didn’t press further. But it had been a while since she had the chance to take down a two–faced snake, and her fingers were itching for some old–fashioned 

payback. 

“Alright, I’ll go get that surveillance footage for you. Willow, don’t worry. We’ll stay in touch. Nobody 

crosses Kenny’s woman and walks away unscathed!” 

Seeing “Kenny” on her phone screen brought a lump to Willow’s throat. Willow felt a swell of gratitude. 

In this world, not everyone was as heartless and cold–blooded as Skyler. Some, like herself, held onto 

memories of Kenan with a deep, abiding affection. 

Not long after, Celeste sent another message. 

“Willow, I just called and asked about it. The cameras on the second floor of that shop were all broken, 

and the manager forgot to get them fixed. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get the surveillance footage for you, but 

I’ll think of something else.” 

Reading Celeste’s reply, Willow’s spirits sank. Despite being grateful for Celeste’s offer to help, Willow 

knew deep down that without the surveillance footage, clearing her name would be tough. 

“Cece, it’s alright. Appreciate the effort. I’ll find another way to prove I’m innocent.” Just as Willow 

finished her message to Celeste, the emergency room doors burst open. 

Upon spotting the doctor, Matthew hurried over. “How’s Willa?” 

The doctor, taken aback by Matthew’s urgency, instinctively took a step back. “Mr. Mayer, Ms. Foster’s 

condition is stable now, but she lost the baby. And…” 

“And what?” 

“Ms. Foster’s miscarriage caused severe bleeding, and her uterus was badly damaged. She… she won’t be able to get pregnant again.” 

“What?” Matthew grabbed the doctor’s collar. “You better say that again!” 

The doctor, visibly shaken, stuttered, “Ms. Foster… won’t be able to get pregnant again!” 

Matthew held the doctor in a piercing stare. Just when it seemed like the doctor was about to be pummeled, Matthew abruptly let go. Relieved, the doctor hastily instructed the staff to transfer Wilhelmina to her room for proper care. 

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In a slow, deliberate motion, Matthew turned around, his gaze piercing Willow with icy contempt. 

He locked eyes with her, his hatred burning like a fire. “Willow, you destroyed Willa. You killed my child. How do you plan to make this right?” 

Willow had no taste for being falsely accused. With her chin held high, she stood her ground. 

“Matthew, Wilhelmina intentionally fell down the stairs. She’s the one responsible for your child’s death. If you’re looking for someone to blame, it’s her!” 

“Willow, say that again!” Matthew’s voice thundered with fury. 

Like a wild animal unleashed, Matthew tightened his grip around Willow’s throat. “Who’s gonna pay for 

this?”