Three Hundred Sixty Letters And A Death Certificate That Was A Lie Chapter 07

Three Hundred Sixty Letters And A Death Certificate That Was A Lie Chapter 07

When I woke up, the hospital room was packed with people.

My parents. My brother. My grandparents. All of them.

And one stranger.

A tall man stood by my bed. He looked refined, sharp-eyed, and quietly tense as he watched me

wake up.

The moment my eyes opened, my mother burst into tears and grabbed my hand.

“Evelyn… you’re finally awake. My baby girl, you scared me half to death.”

She turned and hit my father’s chest in frustration.

“I told you we should’ve brought her back from Maple Creek! I told you she’d suffer there. You insisted she needed to ‘learn a lesson’ on her own. Look what happened!”

My father said nothing, but the guilt on his face was impossible to hide.

I squeezed my mother’s hand weakly.

“It’s okay, Mom. It’s not your fault. I chose wrong.”

Instinctively, I reached for my stomach.

It was flat now. Empty.

A dull, lingering pain spread through me.

“My baby… is it gone?”

My voice broke.

I looked at my parents in panic.

They exchanged a glance, then nodded slowly.

“Evelyn, you had severe hemorrhaging. You were delayed in Maple Creek too long. By the time you reached here, you were barely alive.”

“If it weren’t for your father pulling every connection to get blood transferred in time… we might’ve lost you too.”

My mother’s voice softened.

“Honestly… since you’re divorcing that jerk anyway, maybe it’s better the children aren’t tied to

him.”

I knew she was right.

But still, I broke down crying.

For a long time, everyone tried to calm me down.

Only after a while did my breathing finally steady.

My mother glanced at the man standing near my bed and leaned in close to my ear.

“Sweetheart, his name is Adrian Whitmore, the son of the deputy mayor. He teaches at the best

school in Ashford.”

“He was the engagement we arranged for you before everything happened.”

“He’s been waiting for you this whole year.”

“Your father already checked him. He’s a good man. Try getting to know him.’

Soon after, everyone left the room one by one, giving us space and quietly closing the door behind

them.

dup at Adrian.

d my gaze immediately and his ears turned red.

get you some warm water…”

Adrian.”

Tinterrupted him softly.

He froze.

I met his eyes. “…Do you still want to marry me?”

In my last life, the money Gavin sent back was never enough for the family’s expenses.

My parents kept sending me money to help.

They worried about me for years, and they died young because of it.

And I remembered-Adrian never married.

He even made sure my two children had a stable future and had been waiting for me all along.

My nose stung at that.

I forced myself to continue. “I’ve been married before. I was also pregnant.”

“I ran away from my engagement and caused both our families to lose face.”

“If you don’t want me anymore, I understand. I’ll tell my parents and-”

Before I could finish, he gently covered my mouth with his hand.

His eyes flickered. He couldn’t look at me directly, but the red on his face betrayed him completely

“I do, Evelyn.”

“I want to marry you. I’ll protect you for the rest of my life. I won’t let you

After that, everything moved quickly.

Both families were overjoyed.

down.”

Even though I hadn’t fully recovered and was still in the hospital, wedding preparations began

immediately.

Invitations. Venue planning. Dress design.

My mother was constantly busy, yet still brought me homemade soup every single day.

Whenever I couldn’t finish it, I’d quietly look toward Adrian for help.

With just a glance from me, he’d calmly escort my mother out of the room.

Then he’d turn back to me and say seriously, “Next time, try to drink more. You’ll recover faster.”

It was peaceful.

Until three days before I was discharged, Gavin showed up outside my hospital room.