His love

“Nicola, Aaron, I’m sorry.” Willow had so much to say to Nicola and Aaron, but she choked up whenever she started to speak.. 

She stifled her sobs as she didn’t want Aaron and Nicola to worry about her in the afterlife. As a result, she held back her words. 

She could not fill up the grave with all the soil, given her weak stamina. She did not plan on doing so either. 

She thought of getting one of her clothing items and placing it in the grave, which she would consider as her cenotaph. At least she would be buried together with the people she cared about. 

As Willow had signed up for a body donation, there would be no need for a funeral after her death. 

Perhaps she had been growing more superstitious when death was nearing. 

Worried that not having a resting site would prevent her from reaching purgatory and meeting up with her loved ones, she decided to perform a simple ritual for her impending death. 

She slowly rose and turned around once she was done. She saw Matthew standing behind her. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

The sight of him evoked terrible memories in her mind. She immediately took a step backward. 

“Willow.” Her fingers trembled when she heard him calling her name in a neutral tone. She feared that he might demand her to pay for the child that he and Wilhelmina lost. 

She continued backing off with a vigilant look. “Matthew, please spare me. I’ve died once. Even if I were responsible for Wilhelmina’s miscarriage–which I’m not–we should be even by now. 

“I didn’t lie to you. I am dying soon, and I’m never going to produce a child.” 

The mention of death caused him to knit his brows. His sixth sense told him that she wasn’t referring to her act of cutting her wrist. 

What exactly happened to her? Why did she repeatedly insist that she was close to death? Was she lying, or was she really dying? 

Matthew took a step forward out of concern, but that action only added to her uneasiness. Looking pallid, she stumbled backward. Then, she drew a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. 

“Matthew, I do not owe you and Wilhelmina anything. You don’t have the right to force anything on me!” 

“Willow, I’m sorry.” His unexpected apology took her by surprise. 

Still, she was traumatized after Matthew forced her to carry his child. His apology did not reduce her fear 

at all. 

“What do you mean, Matthew?” 

“Willow, I looked into the incident. You did not push Willa down the stairs.” 

Hearing that, she let out a long, relieved sigh. She assumed Matthew wouldn’t force her to produce a child for him now that he had learned about the truth. 

Great. Once the misunderstanding was cleared, she refused to waste time talking to Matthew. He was no longer the old Matthew. 

Turning away from him, she walked out of the cemetery.