Chapter 3

A flash of glee crossed Brown's lips as he pretended to be nervous:

"When did William come back? Did he hear us already?"

Charlotte quickly put on her clothes and walked toward the nursery.

I followed behind them, coldly watching Charlotte hesitate to push open the door.

Finally, with a creak.

After pushing open the door, she walked to the bedside.

I was covered with a blanket, my whole body curled up inside.

Charlotte's face alternated between pale and flushed. She thought I was deliberately ignoring her.

"William, since you know, I have nothing left to hide."

"Yes, I took Drake away, but you were wrong first."

She glanced at me, her tone pausing:

"As long as you don't cause trouble, we can keep living like this."

After she finished, the air was silent for dozens of seconds.

Charlotte's face looked ugly. She sneered.

"You're playing dead with me? Fine, let's see how long you can keep this up!"

I coldly watched her curse at me in exasperation, my heart completely unmoved.

I was even curious what expression she'd have when she saw my corpse.

Charlotte soon slammed the door and left, but before long she returned, holding a four-year-old child by the hand.

My eyes immediately widened. I recognized this was my child Drake.

His eyes looked exactly like mine.

Tears immediately burst from my eyes. I rushed over wanting to hold him, but futilely passed through his body.

Charlotte's voice was somewhat triumphant as she threw the child onto the bed.

"I've been keeping him at my mom's place all this time. Now I've brought him back. Are you satisfied?"

With that, she and Brown left the house again.

Bastard, this bastard! Leaving such a small child here alone!

In the pitch-black room, Drake cried in fear.

My heart felt like it was being cut by knives. I tried to comfort him despite my grief.

"Drake, don't cry, Drake, I'm here..."

But I was too foolish. How could a person hear a ghost's voice?

Drake curled up beside me and cried himself to sleep.

I looked at Drake with overwhelming love, tears falling in sorrow.

He must be so scared and hungry. Even his sleeping face showed pain.

Like this, I stayed by his side all night until the next day when he groggily sat up.

His childish voice was filled with panic.

"Grandma, where are you? I'm hungry..."

He rubbed his swollen eyes and carefully glanced at my corpse beside him.

After hesitating for a long time, he said softly:

"Can you get up and find me something to eat?"

"I'll be good. Just a little bit will be enough."

After a long silence, he dejectedly got out of bed.

Then he picked up a bottle from the floor. I instantly broke down—it was my sleeping pills.

There seemed to be a few pills remaining inside. My heart immediately jumped to my throat.

But Drake was overjoyed.

"Candy!"

He poured some into his hand and looked back at me.

Ingratiatingly, he said: "I'll only eat three pieces. I'm so hungry."

With that, he impatiently put them in his mouth.

"No!"

I screamed shrilly, rushing over to stop him, but it was completely useless.

The next second, with a bang, Charlotte pushed open the door.

The moment she saw what Drake was doing, her eyes nearly split with rage.

She rushed over and tried to force it out of Drake's mouth.

"Spit it out, spit it out quickly!"

Drake was so frightened he burst into tears.

"Don't hit me, I won't do it again, Mommy, I'll never do it again."

Only after she'd gotten everything out did Charlotte's deathly pale face slightly ease.

She looked at me, her eyes full of disgust.

But before she could speak, Brown first accused me:

"William, you're being so irresponsible. The child is so small—you could have killed him."

"I know you resent Charlotte for deliberately taking the child away, but you can't take it all out on Drake!"

He brazenly humiliated me while Charlotte coldly looked on.

But if they looked closer, they'd see my skin was dry and waxy yellow, my body already faintly giving off a foul smell.

But I was disappointed in the end. After standing for a full three minutes, Charlotte still picked up Drake and left.

She took Drake to lunch, but remained distracted the whole time.

Charlotte opened her phone. It had been almost two days since I'd last spoken to her.

For some reason, she was unusually anxious.

Because I never gave her the silent treatment. Because I'd once told her:

"When something happens, don't run away. I like to solve things directly."

Even when I caught her cheating, even though I was devastated, I still didn't retreat.

Charlotte's mind suddenly buzzed as she realized something might have really happened to me.

She stood up abruptly, muttering to herself:

"Something's wrong. He's not right."

With that, she turned to rush back home.