She Became The Perfect Wife So She Could Disappear Forever Chapter 05

She Became The Perfect Wife So She Could Disappear Forever Chapter 05

The two men released their grip, and I knelt on the ground, holding the urn in my arms.

Dominic rushed over, his voice trembling, “Callie?”

I ignored him, using my sleeve to carefully wipe the blood off the urn.

“Don’t touch my daughter,” I pushed him away, “You’re filthy.”

[System Notification: 23 hours and 59 minutes remaining until time-space jump.]

One day. Only one day left.

“You…” Dominic’s voice caught in his throat. “Why are you coughing up

I stood up, still holding the urn.

“Lung cancer. Late stage.”

I wasn’t lying to him.

blood?”

It was because I wanted to cure myself that I accepted the system’s mission.

Three months ago, the mission failed, and the condition that had been suppressed by the system came back.

Dominic looked like he’d been struck by lightning. “What did you say? How long have you known? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you?” I laughed bitterly. “So you could be happy about it? So you’d know I was dying and that’s why I’ve been so obedient these past three months?”

“I didn’t…”

“It doesn’t matter what you did or didn’t.” I pulled free from his grip. “Take me to the hospital. 1 don’t want to die here and ruin Maeve’s precious paradise.”

The doctor gave me hemostatic medicine and an IV drip.

At three in the morning, I was wheeled into a hospital room.

Dominic followed.

“Callie,” he said, standing by the bed, his eyes red, “I…”

“Leave,” I closed my eyes. “I need to be alone with Angelica for a while.”

“She’s our daughter, I want to…”

“You don’t deserve to,” I interrupted him. “Dominic, you don’t deserve to mention her.”

He fell silent.

After a long while, I heard him leave, his voice muffled as he spoke to someone outside. “Check and get the best oncologists in the city. Bring them here now.”

I held the urn, pressing my face against it.

“Angelica, don’t be afraid,” I whispered, “Mom will be with you soon.”

The door to the room opened again.

I thought it was the nurse, but when I opened my eyes, I saw Justin.

The fifteen-year-old stood at the door, his eyes swollen from crying.

“Mom…” His voice was hoarse. “Is what Dad said true? Are you really…”

“Yes,” I said softly, “So you can go to France without worry. No one will be here to nag you

anymore.”

He rushed over and dropped to his knees beside the bed. “No! I’m not going to France! I’m not going anywhere!” He grabbed my hand. “Mom, tell me there’s something the doctors can do. Right?”

I looked at him. Suddenly, I remembered the time he was three years old, burning up with a fever. I had knelt by his bed just like this, holding his hand through the whole night.

“Justin,” I gently pulled my hand away. “When you were ten, I bought you the LEGO set you wanted so badly. Do you remember?”

He froze.

“That day, you were so happy, you hugged me and said you were the happiest son in the world, “I smiled faintly. “But the next day, I saw that same LEGO set in a photo on Maeve’s Instagram.”

Justin’s face turned pale.

“When you started learning piano at seven, I was there for every competition. But when you won your first gold medal, you thanked your dad, you thanked Maeve, but you didn’t thank me. Because

that day, Maeve was sitting on the judging panel, and she gave you the highest score.”

“I…” He tried to speak, but no words came out.

“I don’t blame you, really,” I said. “You just chose the side that was more beneficial to you. It’s

human nature.”

“But I’m your son!” He finally cried out. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you yell at me?”

“Because I’m tired,” I closed my eyes. “Justin, I’ve loved you for fifteen years. I’m really tired.”

“Now, I need to go be with your sister. Enjoy your life. Just pretend you never had a mother like

me.”

He collapsed onto the floor, crying the way he used to when he had nightmares as a little boy.

But this time, I didn’t hug him.