He Got a New Mercedes, I Got Forgotten by My Family Chapter 04

The moment my wife heard those words, her pupils shrank. She stood frozen, unable to move.

She tried to recall what had happened on the day of the accident, then frowned and said with absolute certainty, “That’s impossible!”

“He was in the same car as Theo. Theo’s already been discharged. How could Elliot have been hurt that badly?”

“Don’t think I can’t see through his little tricks. He’s just jealous of Theo and trying to make me worry about him!”

“I won’t tolerate you two conspiring to pull this ridiculous stunt anymore! Keep this up, and you’ll both regret it!”

The nurse realized that no matter what she said, my wife refused to believe her. She let out a helpless sigh.

“Dr. Shaw, I’m really not lying. If you don’t believe me, go see for yourself. His body is still in the hospital morgue.”

My wife began pacing back and forth, her steps growing heavier and more frantic.

“How dare you gang up on me and lie to my face? You have no idea who you’re dealing with!”

Before the nurse could say another word, she angrily jabbed at her screen and hung up.

Hearing my wife shouting, my father opened the bedroom door.

“What’s wrong, Vivian? What happened?”

My wife clutched her phone against her chest and looked at him helplessly.

“The nurse just told me Elliot’s dead. Do you think that’s true?”

My father let out a contemptuous laugh.

“You’re not seriously falling for that, are you? If the accident had really been that bad, Elliot would’ve dragged Theo down with him. Someone as twisted as him wouldn’t have let Theo walk

away unharmed.”

Maisie hurried over to reassure her as well.

to bring everyone else down with him.”

My mother was peeling an orange as she said dismissively, “Wouldn’t it be better if that little nuisance were dead? What’s there to worry about?”

I’d always known they favored Theo, but I’d never imagined they thought so little of me.

After all these years, even if they didn’t love me, I thought they’d at least know what kind of person I was. How could I possibly do something so despicable? And why would I ever risk my own life just to compete for their attention?

After everyone took turns reassuring her, my wife finally regained her usual arrogance.

“You’re right. I’ll go to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning and expose their lies. If Elliot isn’t in the morgue, I’ll break his legs myself!”

“And that nurse? She’s fired!”

Perhaps even heaven pitied me, because a light rain began falling outside.

Their casual remarks struck me like a series of vicious slaps. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t

make a sound. Only then did I fully understand that every single one of them had wished me dead.

Early the next morning, my wife rushed to the hospital without even eating breakfast. My father,

worried about her, went along.

On the way there, she kept complaining that I’d made them waste another trip.

But the moment she saw my body in the morgue, she stumbled backward in horror before collapsing against the wall, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.

“How could this happen? He didn’t look that badly hurt that day. He seemed perfectly fine!”

I really hadn’t looked badly injured.

Apart from a few minor scrapes on my hands from protecting Theo, there had been almost no

visible signs of serious trauma.

But I’d thrown myself over Theo, shielding him with my own body. The force of the collision had crushed my heart.

As for why I’d seemed perfectly fine, it was because my body was already shutting down from the

internal injuries. My adrenaline had surged to such an extreme level that I’d barely been able to feel

what was happening to me.

my wife, of all people, had bothered to pay even a little attention, she would’ve recognized how serious my condition was.

But she’d been too busy worrying about Theo to spare me even a second glance.

My mother reached out with trembling hands, wanting to touch my face. But perhaps because my body looked so terrible, she stopped halfway, leaving her hand suspended in the air.

After hearing the news, Theo hurried over as well.

The moment he saw my parents looking so devastated, he realized something was wrong. He

rushed to my bedside, dropped to his knees, and burst into tears.

“Elliot! How could you be so stupid? Just because Vivian and your family are closer to me than they

are to you?”

“Did you really hate me enough to get yourself killed just to hurt me?”

After crying for a while, Theo crouched on the floor and pretended to blame himself.

“I’m sorry, Elliot. This is all my fault. If it weren’t for me, none of this would’ve happened…”

Then he began slapping himself across the face.

My parents immediately forgot their grief and rushed to stop him.

My wife pulled him into a tight embrace.

“That’s enough, Theo. None of this is your fault. His own jealousy got himself killed. He got exactly

what he deserved!”

A few days later, my wife arranged a funeral for me. It was decent enough, at least.

Some relatives and family friends attended, along with several doctors from her hospital

The nurse who’d tried to help me was there, too. She walked up to my grave with a bouquet of

flowers and lowered her head.

“I’m sorry. If only I’d been a little braver that day, maybe you’d still be alive.”

Of everyone there, she was the only person who’d ever tried to help me. And she was also the only

one who apologized.

My wife, on the other hand, showed not the slightest remorse. Instead, she continued badmouthing me as if insulting me could somehow erase her guilt.

“Elliot’s always been a liar. He couldn’t let go of some old grudges and tried to hurt Theo. In the end, he only got what was coming to him.”

Everyone knew how much my wife favored Theo. They also knew how badly I’d been treated over the years. But no one wanted to get involved, so they simply offered my wife a few halfhearted

words of comfort.

Amid the chatter, the sound of police sirens suddenly rang out. Later, a group of officers/pushed

through the crowd and approached my wife and Theo.

My wife looked at them in confusion.

“Officers, can I help you? Who are you looking for?”

The lead officer took out a photograph and compared it with her face.

“Are you Vivian Shaw?”