Raised by her mother, she was always
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stubborn.
But I never imagined Sarah would stab
herself.
The baby didn’t survive.
The doctor said she had injured herself too
badly and it would be difficult for her to have
children again.
But Sarah smiled.
“If I can’t have children, then so be it. That
way, I don’t have to marry that Thompson
cripple…”
Hearing her mutter, I felt she had gone mad.
I stood up to call Sarah’s mother to take her
home.
But before I could, she looked up as if
realizing something.
She pulled out the IV needle, stumbled, and
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snatched my phone.
She looked at me stubbornly, tears streaming
down her face.
“I’m not going back. If I go back, the
Thompsons will definitely harass me again.”
“My mother can’t stop them. I have nothing
now. Will you abandon me too?”
Her accusation extinguished the pity in my
heart.
My eyes grew cold, and I laughed
sarcastically.
“Wasn’t it always me who was pushed
away?”
“Wasn’t three years of torture enough?”
“You’re only desperate to find me because
Mark left, and you don’t want to marry into
the Thompson family, right? Well, at least
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compared to the Thompson cripple, I’m much
better off!”
Under my questioning, Sarah’s face turned
even paler.
It seemed like I had hit a nerve; she wanted to
explain but couldn’t.
“Sarah, I’ve had enough. It’s my own fault.
For you, my parents hadn’t even finished their
seven–day mourning period; their ashes
hadn’t even been buried, and I was already
rushing to marry you.
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“For you, I lost my dignity and was ridiculed
for three years!”
“For you, I even gave away the last things my
parents left me…
I couldn’t go on, my eyes red as I stared at
Sarah.
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She stared at me blankly. In over twenty
years, I’d never yelled at her like this.
I took a deep breath, not wanting to make a
scene at the hospital.
