Chapter 7
Half a year later, Maleah indeed came.
She knelt in front of me, her voice hoarse and desperate.
“Valeria, please save my son, only you can save him.”
She crawled towards me, grabbing onto the hem of my pants. “Roland’s dad is going to kill him and has imprisoned him. I really have no other choice.
Please, help me.”
I took a sip of tea and asked, “What’s going on?”
Originally, Dayton’s child was sick and needed a kidney transplant. However, Dayton was not a match. Maleah’s child had matching genes, so Dayton brought her to his villa.
At first, Maleah felt like she was born with a silver spoon, but as things progressed, she slowly lost control.
Her child would always have inexplicable injuries, and even encounter falling objects while walking on the road. It wasn’t until Maleah learned that Dayton’s child needed a kidney transplant that she understood the abnormal situation during that period of time.
She had originally wanted to take the child away, but Dayton noticed.
Dayton’s bodyguard intercepted the child and promptly escorted her out of the house.
“You shouldn’t ask me, you should go to the police,” I sincerely suggested to her.
“I called the police, but it was useless.”
Maleah cried and said that the police had gone, Dayton’s attitude would become very good, and he would even let her take the child away. However, Maleah’s son had been spoiled by Dayton during this time and knew that leaving his grandfather would not lead to such a good life. He absolutely refused to leave.
“So I had no choice but to come to you,” Maleah said, tears and snot streaming down her face. “Please help us, after all, Caleb is Roland’s own flesh and blood.”
“Why should I help? This is your child with Roland, not my child with Roland.”
I adopted an attitude of indifference and detachment.
Who would have thought that Maleah said, “Because Roland loves you.”
Maleah told me that the person Roland has always loved is actually me. He wanted to divorce me and do all those disgusting things with Maleah because he had a terminal illness.
“Roland didn’t have much time left, he didn’t want to delay you.”
Maleah recounted Roland’s love for me, but I listened without much emotional response.
I knew that he loved me.
I also knew that he was dying.
After all, drinking and partying every day, relying on medication to maintain energy, how could it be possible not to get sick? And how could it be possible not to die if one gets sick but doesn’t take medication?
I always obtained Roland’s annual medical examination reports for him, and I knew more about his physical condition than he did.
“So what?” I sneered, “Am I supposed to save your son?”
Maleah didn’t expect me to be so heartless, and realized later, “You didn’t love Roland at all.”
Not only that.
I hated him.
Maleah was desperate, and there was no one else who could help her except me. She also went to Claire, but Claire had recently invested and lost all her remaining money. She had been asking Dayton for money every day, and now was the time to flatter Dayton. How could she possibly offend him?
“Caleb, what should we do? Mom can’t save you anymore.”
Maleah pounded her chest in sadness.
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I watched her go crazy for a while and then spoke, “Maleah, do you remember when i asked you why you broke up with Roland back then!”
Maleal’s tears stopped, “We…”
“If you told me the truth, I could consider saving your son.”
Maleah bit her lip and, a few minutes later, made up her mind. “Because that year, Roland killed someone.”
That day, Roland took Maleah to the mountains to watch the stars. On the way back, they encountered a heavy rainstorm, and Poland accidentality kit end
killed someone.
The woman lay on the ground, her flesh and blood mangled.
Roland calmly and fearfully sent Maleah home before dealing with this matter.
Maleah felt that Roland would go to jail because of this matter, so she broke up with him the next day and left the country with the help of her family.
After not doing well abroad and returning, I found out that Roland not only didn’t go to jail but also became wealthier, and he shamelessly came crawling
back.
As I listened to these words, my hands trembled and my voice became ominously low.
“Do you know, then, how he dealt with the body afterwards?”
