A Vengeful Ex-Wife

Chapter 439 Not Arthur

"I didn't expect that the baby walker would hit the cabinet. I regretted kicking the baby walker when the cabinet tipped over, but it was too late..." An odd smile spread across Rosa's face. "You didn't expect it to be such a simple event, did you? You already know what happened next."

Maria did know. When she came out of the kitchen, Rosa was no longer in the living room.

She came back with a bottle of soy sauce in her hand and shifted all of the blame to Maria.

Rosa told everyone that Maria asked her to buy some soy sauce and that she was not around when the accident happened.

They had just moved into the villa at the time, so the CCTV cameras had yet to be installed. Faced with Rosa's accusation, Maria was unable to defend herself.

Rosa sneered, "Your mother-in-law didn't trust you. Neither did your husband nor your own parents. Maria, you may be living a picture-perfect life right now, but so what?"

Maria's eyes became red-rimmed. Rosa was right-no one trusted her after the accident that took Arthur's life. They all blamed her for not taking good care of Arthur and letting such a horrible accident occur.

She bit her lip, desperately quashing the instinct to pull out her gun and shoot the monster in front of her.

Even in the dark and without looking at Maria, Rosa knew exactly what she looked like.

The accident dealt a crushing blow to Maria. By mentioning it, Rosa just wanted to rub salt into her wounds. Moreover, she wanted to drive a wedge between Maria and James. Mockingly, she drawled, "Maria, for the sake of that man you loved, you sacrificed your figure, ended up with freckles all over your face, vomited a lot during pregnancy, and then eventually gave him a son. But

did he trust you even a little bit after that accident? No! Not only that, he couldn't wait to sign that divorce agreement, just when you were at your most desperate."

Maria experienced the most horrible morning sickness when she was carrying Arthur in her womb. She had neglected her skin care routine, so her skin was in a terrible condition.

Out of despair, she once wrote a letter to him. "I was pregnant with your child. My figure was completely out of shape, and my face was riddled with freckles. I was not expecting you to wait outside the delivery room. All I was asking was for you to at least think twice before signing the divorce agreement..."

In the end, the letter remained unsent. After hesitating for a day, she tore the paper into shreds.

The last thing she expected was for Rosa to read that letter and use it this time to poke a wound that still bled raw.

Her reaction satisfied Rosa immensely. After finding the pleasure in exacting revenge on Maria, she continued, "I remember how smart your son was. He started calling you Mommy when he was less than six months old. Unfortunately for you, he could never call you Mommy again. You will never hear it anymore!"

Now that Rosa had become a mother herself, she knew exactly how to hit another mother where it hurt the most.

Maria's breathing grew labored. Trembling, her hand hovered over the gun that James had given her. Finally, she slid it out and aimed it at the woman standing on the rock.

Upon seeing the gun, Rosa immediately raised the baby in her arms. "If you dare to shoot me, I will throw him into the sea.

This baby is you and James', right? James Xi, what are you doing here?" The sight of the man holding Maria in his arms filled Rosa with panic.

Blood drained from Maria's face just like her strength left her body. The moment her knees buckled, she was caught in a familiar embrace. "Mia."

Rosa was mad. "Maria, how dare you let someone else come here? Go to hell!" Since James had made an appearance, she knew that the police couldn't be far behind.

Rosa's next move completely broke Maria. "No-"

At that moment, she was seeing Arthur— it was Arthur who was in Rosa's arms, ready to be cast into sea at the slightest provocation.

She could hear her son's cries and screams, his desperate wails calling for his mommy...

On the rock, Rosa ran toward the edge and then, without the least amount of hesitation, threw the crying baby into the sea.

A loud splash was heard, and the baby's cries faded away into the night.

"Ahhh!" Maria broke away from James' arms and rushed toward the water with all her strength.

"Arthur, I am here."

"Maria!" James immediately ran after her.

However, she didn't seem to hear him as she desperately ran toward the sea.

Rosa and her men took advantage of this opportunity to flee towards the yacht they had prepared in advance.

Just then, a group of policemen rushed out and chased after them.

Several bodyguards zipped by Maria and jumped into the water to rescue the child.

Before the distraught woman could jump after them, James grabbed her wrist.

"Let go of me! James, let go!" Maria cried, struggling to free herself from the tight hold. "My Arthur. I'm going to save Arthur."

"Mia." James held her in a tight embrace. "That's not Arthur. That's Tommy."

However, Maria was too lost in her hallucination. In her mind, she saw that Arthur had fallen into the sea. She shouted at the man, "Let go of me! I'm going to save Arthur! You bastard!" When everything else failed, she chomped into the meat of his forearm.

Despite the pain, James still didn't let her go and kept speaking to her in a soothing voice, "Mia, I'm sorry. It's not Arthur. Calm down."

"That's Arthur. You don't want your son, James, but I do! He is my son! My son!"

Maria whirled around to face the man, a horrified expression in her eyes. Suddenly, a small face appeared in her mind and overlapped with the features of the man in front of her. A gasp escaped her, and she laughed in relief even as tears fell from

her eyes. "Arthur, Arthur! You're back!"

His brows furrowed deeply, James stared at Maria. Did she now think that he was Arthur?

"Arthur, I miss you so much. My son."

James was filled with a growing horror.

Her pained, hopeful appearance tore at his heart. "Maria, who am I?"

"You are Arthur, right? Please don't leave me again, okay?" With those words, Maria dissolved into sobs.

With only the sound of the waves as their background, the man and the woman clung to each other tightly.

With one arm around the woman, James comforted her softly, "Honey, please don't cry."

Maria cried so hard and for so long that a dull throbbing started in her head. In a sudden move, she caught James by the arm and asked urgently, "Arthur, are you leaving?"

At that moment, her face was ghostly pale and oddly serene. Something was obviously wrong.

James was at a loss what to do.

Maria's eyes were unfocused as she stayed lost in her delusions. She saw nothing but Arthur in front of her, hugging her. Maria pleaded softly, "It's been difficult for me to see you again. Please don't leave, okay?"

"Okay, I won't leave," the man replied stiffly. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

In a swift movement, he swept the frail woman into his arms and walked toward the main road.

"Arthur, where are you taking me?"

"Home."

"Home? Okay, let's go home." 'Arthur and James are waiting for me at home,' she thought. Relieved, Maria leaned on his shoulder. As soon as she found a comfortable position, her eyes slowly drifted closed.

The Harkim finally stopped at the outpatient department of the brain hospital affiliated with HL Group. James got out of the car and carefully carried the sleeping woman into the hospital.

LARK COLE

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