chapter 2
Fortunately, Ethan rushed into the operating room in time to stop Ryan.
The scissors stabbed deeply into his arm. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched Ryan in the face, roaring, "Are you crazy? She's your own sister!"
Ryan licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, sneering as he pressed Ethan's head toward Emma's open abdominal wound.
Ethan, who had just risked everything for Emma, suddenly turned pale.
He hurriedly grabbed gauze to cover Emma's wound, his whole body trembling.
He murmured, "No, this surgery can't be done."
Through the glass wall, I had already noticed the abnormality in Emma's abdominal cavity.
I frantically pounded on the glass, shouting hoarsely, "What's going on? Why can't Emma's surgery be done?"
But no one paid attention to me.
Vincent stared at the lifeless Emma, his eyes nearly deranged.
"No, no way." He gave Ryan and Ethan a look. "We mustn't let anyone find out, so she'll have to die on the operating table for another reason."
I widened my eyes, my whole body numb.
I couldn't understand why the three men who adored Emma so much just the day before turned into completely different people after seeing her abdominal cavity.
Even if she really had a terminal illness, why couldn't they just tell me directly?
Seeing them pick up the instruments and start operating on Emma, I quickly called the police.
But before the call went through, Vincent caught me.
I cried and begged them to save Emma. If she really couldn't be cured, I would accept it, but at least let me know what was in her belly.
But they injected me with drugs, leaving me unable to move.
I watched helplessly as they operated on Emma, then made an excuse to declare her dead.
When I woke up, they outwardly appeared grief-stricken.
Facing my hysterical questioning, they all claimed I had lost my mind because of my daughter's death.
So, they admitted me to the psychiatric ward.
On the day of Emma's funeral, Vincent, Ryan, and Ethan came to pick me up.
Vincent acted like nothing had happened. "Babe, let's go home."
I numbly looked at them, the three in front of me felt unfamiliar and frightening.
I broke down and screamed, "Why didn't you save her? Why did you kill her? She was your family! How could you do this?"
Ryan and Ethan instantly wiped away their expressions, the coldness in their eyes seemed eager to devour me.
Vincent slapped me to the ground. "Short-sighted fool!"
I froze, pointing at them, trembling all over. "I will expose your conspiracy to murder. I won't let you off even if it kills me!"
Then, they forced sedatives on me and locked me in the basement at home.
The husband who once cared for me tenderly is now cold as ice.
Ryan, whom I raised single-handedly, wishes for my death every day.
Even Ethan, whom I personally chose and nurtured, deeply hates me.
Every one of them wants me dead.
In less than a month, my old illness relapsed, and I passed away in the basement.
I quietly wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes.
In this life, I must figure out what really happened.