Queen Revenge

Ken took his cigarette back and held it in his mouth, lighting it himself as he walked over to the bluestone slab and sat down, “I’m sorry, I may not be able to help you, Selina Versta came to you and should have told you the truth, your child died of a congenital heart defect.”

My heart choked when I got Randy Pan’s final answer.

I hadn’t seen my child since he was born, and the only thing I remember about him was the punching and kicking in the womb versus the crying at birth.

I took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, “Where are my children buried? I want to see it.”

After all, it’s still not dead.

Live and let die.

Randy Pan took a drag on his cigarette with sympathy in his eyes, “Okay, I’ll take you.”

An hour later, I followed Randy Pan to a cemetery and found the child’s headstone, which had no name or picture on it.

Randy Pan said, “It’s your child that’s buried here, Bella was hostile to you, but a child, she wasn’t so callous as to leave the body in the wilderness unattended, and when the child died, she found a cemetery to bury it in.”

The thought of my child being buried under this headstone made my heart twist, and my nose turned sour, “Baby…”

The last glimmer of hope was completely shattered.

I ran my trembling hands over the headstone, my eyes aching, my vision blurring, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Alva Hill, I know you are sad right now, but what happened to the baby was just an accident, no one expected to suffer from congenital heart disease, it’s not Bella’s fault,” Randy Pan took out a photo from his shirt pocket and handed it to me, “This is a photo of the baby, a a girl, you keep it as a souvenir.”

I glared at Randy Pan with red eyes, my wrenching heart hurting even more after seeing the baby’s picture.

I took the picture as soon as I could and looked at the child’s red face in the picture, tears slid down my face and I lost control of my emotions, “Baby, baby, why didn’t Bella Hill save her, if she would have, my baby wouldn’t have died.”

“Your child is suffering from congenital heart disease, it’s not an ordinary disease, not to mention that the child is so small, where can it withstand the torture, Bella can’t do anything to save it even if she wants to.” Randy Pan defended Bella Hill in every sentence, and also said the truth in every sentence, “Alva Hill, I tell you the truth, and know that you have no more worries, whether you want to continue to be Ms. Richter to stay in the Richter family, everything is up to you.”

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If I really dumped it, Randy Pan would have had other ways to keep me in the Richter family.

He knew that I was in a bad mood at this time, and that to stimulate it with words would only be counterproductive.

I pressed the photo tightly to my chest, closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, my eyes were filled with intense hatred, “Randy Pan, no matter what you say, it won’t change what Bella Hill did to me, it’s also a fact that my child died at her hands, and that’s a debt that can’t possibly be settled just like that.”

Randy Pan’s sword brows frowned coldly: “What do you want, Alva Hill, with me here, you won’t be able to touch a single hair on Bella’s head, I advise you to call it a day, if you want to be Ms. Richter, I’ll still honor my previous promise and won’t expose you, if you want to leave the Richter family, I can also help you. , sort of a small compensation I made to you on Bella’s behalf.”

“How do you compensate for a human life? Can you compensate it.” I smiled coldly and sarcastically, “Do you think I scarcely care about the identity of Ms. Richter?”

“So what do you want, I have already said that what happened to the child was an accident, even if the child is in your hands, it’s just a dead end Alva Hill, it only means that you have nothing to do with the child.” Randy Pan has lost his patience, “I advise you to know what’s right, this ends here, not to mention that if the child is really alive, it will be a burden to you, you don’t even know who the father of the child is, do you want to put your whole life on the line for a child.”

I don’t know what I want. The child is dead and will never come back.

Even death by a thousand cuts for Bella Hill wouldn’t help.

“Randy Pan, you’ll never understand that the baby was born to me in October, the heartbreaking, bone-crushing emotion of childbirth, you won’t understand.”

“It’s true that I can’t empathize, but things are what they are, and it’s better to move on.” Randy Pan sighed, “There will be another child, come what may.”

Randy Pan’s tone was so thick with pathos that the words seemed to come from him to himself.

I half-kneeled on the floor, my tears wetting the picture, and I scrambled to wipe it clean, storing it away as if it were a treasure, and I wiped the tears from my eyes and whispered, “Go away, I want to be alone for a while.”

Randy Pan looked at the sky, “It’s going to rain, you go back early too.”

He took two steps, then suddenly stopped and said, “You might want to stay away from Selina Versta in the future, she’s a little mentally unbalanced since Bella ruined her face.”

I looked at him and let out a cold laugh, “Randy Pan, you are really infatuated, guarding such a vicious woman, aren’t you afraid that she will stab you in the back one day, Bella Hill’s nature you and I understand, you hide her, she will hold a grudge for the rest of her life, besides, what she loves in her heart isn’t you, what’s the point of you clenching a shell. ”

“I don’t care about anything else as long as she stays with me.”

Dropping these words, Randy Pan turned to leave, his tall back slowly disappearing from my sight, he is nothing but a poor man.

It wasn’t long after Randy Pan left that the rain started to fall, a little bit at a time, and then finally a torrential downpour, but it was only for a minute, and I couldn’t walk to the parking lot at all, so I had to find a place to get out of the rain for the time being.

The sky was black and the wind was howling, threatening to uproot the trees.

My heart clenched hard as I watched my child’s tombstone alone and washed away by the rain.

Just then Walker Richter called, I hesitantly picked up and a low, urgent voice came through the receiver, “It’s raining outside, where are you.”

He should have known I wasn’t home to ask that.

In his tone, for the first time, I actually heard worry.

It gave me a little warmth in the cold, cold wind.

Looking over at the torrential downpour, which was not stopping at all, I said, “At the cemetery …”

“Find a place to get out of the rain, I’ll be right over.”

Staring at my hung up cell phone, I still find it a bit surprising that Walker Richter himself came to pick me up in this rain?

I shivered in the cold wind, rubbed my arms, and didn’t care if Walker Richter was telling the truth or not, with the way the rain was coming down, there was no way I was going anywhere.

Just after I had sneezed a dozen times in a row, a long figure in the curtain of rain approached, and I fixed my eyes on who was walking with an umbrella if not Walker Richter.

He did come.

I stood up in surprise and ruffled my blow-dried hair from my face, “You’re really here in all this rain.”

Without saying a word, he handed me the umbrella in his hand and took off the coat he was wearing and wrapped it around me, “Don’t worry.”