Chapter 402 - 390: The Body Has Gone Cold

"Honestly, at first I wasn’t planning to tell you about this, but after I went for a checkup, the doctor said that because of how badly I was injured back when I was abroad, if I abort this baby, I might never be able to have children again in this lifetime."

"And there’s something I’ve never told you about that time we ran into each other overseas—I was actually traveling to clear my head. It was during that period that my parents had their car accident."

"So now, in this world, I don’t have a single relative left. The baby in my belly is the only person who shares my blood."

"If I get rid of this child, I might never again have any blood relatives in my life. I... I’m sorry... Rosalind... I know by doing this I’m letting you down... but I..."

By the time Rosalind Warner got to the end, she could no longer hold it in; her voice choked and she broke down in sobs.

"Rosalind, what are you talking about? From beginning to end, you have never done anything to wrong the two of us as a couple. On the contrary, you’ve been the one giving, the one enduring, all along."

"And we’ve never done anything for you. What’s more, the only reason you and Soren ended up sleeping together was to save him, and it was precisely because you saved him that night that the entire Johnson Family and The Reed Family were spared."

"We’re not even done being grateful to you, how could we ever blame you? You’re pregnant, then have the baby. Just come over here, I’ll tell Soren everything."

"I believe he’ll absolutely, absolutely adore this child. Don’t feel any pressure, don’t carry any psychological burden. The three of us will raise this child together."

Lorelei truly had no complaints at all.

In fact, after she finished listening to all this,

it was clear that Rosalind had really done so, so much for the two of them as husband and wife.

"Rosalind, thank you for putting yourself in my shoes and thinking for me like this. But I’m not going to where you are. I just felt there was no need to hide this from you, I only wanted to let you know."

"I absolutely have no intention of using this baby to threaten or manipulate you two. You don’t need to know where I am, and you don’t have to come looking for me. Even if you find me, I won’t go back with you."

"On the cruise I already told you, ever since I was little my parents taught me that a person must have morals and a bottom line. You never, ever destroy someone else’s family, and I can’t be that third party."

"Otherwise, I’d never have a moment’s peace for the rest of my life. The reason I’m calling you is just to tell you that I’m pregnant—I don’t want to hide it from you. But I will never bring this child back with me."

"And I won’t let my child fight you over inheritance or anything like that. I’ll give birth to this baby and take him to live somewhere else. That’s all. Rosalind, it’s enough that you know I’m pregnant."

"From today on, let’s not have any more contact. I’ll change my phone number, so don’t even think about trying to reach me."

Once Rosalind Warner finished speaking, she hung up the phone right away.

"Rosalind, don’t be like this, Ros—"

Lorelei hadn’t finished speaking when the beeping disconnection tone came from the other end of the line.

She hung up and hurried to dial again, but once it connected, all she heard was a mechanical female voice.

"The number you have dialed is powered off. Please try again later."

No matter how many times Lorelei called, that same mechanical female voice was all that came through.

From that day on, Lorelei could no longer get through to Rosalind Warner’s phone.

And after Rosalind gave birth, she truly never disturbed the couple again.

Until one day, ten years later.

Lorelei received a call from an unfamiliar number, and on the other end was a child’s voice.

"Aunt Rosalind, my mom wants to see you one last time."

After hanging up, Lorelei rushed overnight to the city where Rosalind Warner was.

Unfortunately, by the time she arrived, Rosalind had already stopped breathing; even her body had gone cold.

Lorelei gripped Rosalind’s hand tightly, clutched at her own chest, and broke down in sobs.

"Rosalind, why did you have to... sob... why did you have to be so strong-willed..."

"Aunt Rosalind, this is the letter my mom left for you."

Only ten-year-old Alan Johnson was uncannily calm as he handed Lorelei the letter Rosalind had left.

It wasn’t that the child was naturally calm; it was that Rosalind had raised him too well.