The Good Girl's Revenge

Derek did not respond to her.

He just kept watching the rescue reporting on TV.

Violet didn't know what to say, so she could only watch the reporting with him.

Just like that, time passed by.

No other news, no progress...

There was even no news of finding out the body.

"Derek, you have to eat something. If you go on with this, you won't be able to bear it."

Violet tried to persuade him again, holding the food that Derek liked, but Derek didn't even look at her.

"Mom, for this time... I would rather you have been acting.”

Violet slightly trembled when she heard the word “Acting.” She couldn't help but think, was it wrong to deceive Derek?

Not only did it not work as she wanted, but it also made Derek grow to stand aloof from her, and she seemed like losing her son's trust.

"Derek, I won't lie to you anymore. But you need to take some time to get over with Meredith.”

"If only you could continue to lie, then she might still have a glimmer of hope for survival.” Twenty-four hours had passed since the accident, so did the prime time for rescue. Even if Derek did not want to admit it, he could only accept it.

Meredith's chances of survival were diminishing.

After Violet left, the room became quiet again. Derek buried his head in the sheets and sobbed in a low voice.

"Why, why you have to break it after giving people a glimmer of hope, Meredith..."

After winning her love back, he lost her again. Even it was he who couldn't bear the pain.

In the empty room, the man's painful voice echoed, like a wounded beast roaring in despair. Meredith felt as if she was floating in the clouds. Her body seemed to have lost weight. It was a strange feeling.

The last image in her memory surfaced. Meredith thought, was she dead?

So that was how it felt to be dead.

She actually didn't feel any sadness or pain.

She couldn't help but think of the acts she had played to get rid of Derek. Maybe lying was karma. She tried so hard to pretend that she was dead, that she was not alive, and that she did not hesitate to act for so long. In the end, she really died...

Meredith suddenly found it amusing, but she was still thinking about the two people... Her mom, and her baby.

Just off the top of her head, Amelia's face suddenly appeared in front of her, and she seemed to have just heard about Meredith's accident. At this moment, she was crying so hard that she looked ten years older.

Meredith felt a dull pain in her heart. It was all her willfulness that made her mother suffer the pain of loss again.

Parker comforted Amelia from the side. Although he was also heartbroken, he tried to calm her down, and at the same time, he blamed everything on himself.

"It's all my fault. If I didn't let her leave alone... If I didn't..."

Meredith looked at Parker's remorse and couldn't help shaking her head. No, it wasn't...

None of this had anything to do with anyone. If she had to find a reason, it could be that woe was her...

However, no one could hear what Meredith wanted to say. Her fingers passed through the two of them, leaving no trace.

Meredith was a little disappointed, right, she was already dead, she was not alive in this world anymore, how could she talk to them?

Thinking that she might disappear at any moment, Meredith drifted back to where Easton was. Since she was going to disappear, let her see her baby for the last time.

As soon as she thought about it, she appeared where Easton was.

The little baby, now lying in the arms of a nurse and drinking milk powder, looked carefree.

It was good that he didn't know anything. It was better than being sad

Meredith looked at him quietly. At this moment, Easton, who had been feeding obediently, suddenly reached out his hand and waved at her position.

Meredith was startled. She thought Easton saw her, but she shook her head to deny the childish idea.

That was impossible. How could Easton see her?

However, Easton was still babbling on towards her direction and even threw away his favorite feeding bottle, looking anxious.

"What's wrong, young master?"

Nanny Zhang was confused. Easton usually didn't make such a fuss. He was always very clever when he was fed with milk.

There was no way. Seeing that Easton didn’t calm down, Nanny Zhang could only carry him to where he was pointing

Easton reached out his hand as if to grab Meredith's finger, but he couldn't touch it.

Inexplicably sad as he was, he felt heartbroken. After a few scratches, he burst into tears.

Meredith reached out and tried to hold Easton's chubby little hand, but she also passed through him.

For the first time, she felt powerless and frustrated because of her current status.

It was terrible to see her baby in front of her but not be able to hug and comfort him.

As a mother, she didn't leave him anything. Even if she wanted to say goodbye now, it made him cry.

Meredith suddenly felt a sour feeling in her heart. An intense thought made her body heavy.

She... didn't want to die.

She wanted to see her baby again, and the people she valued.

The more she thought about it, the faster the powerlessness of Meredith's body disappeared. Easton looked at the person in front of him faded and cried even more.

Derek, who was in the other room, heard him and walked over. He looked a little haggard, and his beard, which had not been shaved for a few days, looked decadent.

"What's wrong? Easton?"

Although Meredith's whereabouts had pushed him to a dead-end, Derek kept lightening up and continued his life for Easton.

In any case, he had to see their baby grow up healthily so that Meredith could be at ease even if she was not around.

Derek held Easton in his arms and tried to coax him, but nothing worked. He was still staring in Meredith's direction, and the air was rent by his commingling cries.

Derek also looked over. Suddenly, he had a very strange feeling.

Familiarity, or rather, a sense of relief that had not been felt for a long time, what was it? In short, it made his heart beat wildly.

But there was nothing... It was just a feeling that the woman might have returned.

"Meredith, is that you?"

Meredith could not answer him. Looking at Derek's haggard and painful face, her hatred for him suddenly seemed to relieve a bit.

"It's me... Derek, take care of our baby..."

Meredith muttered to herself, and then a strong pull made her disappear into the air.

At this time, in an intensive care unit, the electrocardiogram, which had shown an almost straight line, suddenly resumed fluctuations.