In Yahya Private Hospital.
The sun shone brightly and faint bird chirping filled the air together with sweet aromas of blooming flowers.
Inside the single-patient ward in the northwest corner, the air-conditioner was on for the whole day, but the place was as cold as an icy cave.
If the blanket covered the hospital bed didn't heave, and there weren't a pair of eyes following a butterfly gliding, passing by, people wouldn't recognize a person tucked in there.
Poor little butterfly, it thought the place was safe and comfortable, but it was actually deadly.
"Aren't you happy to die with me?"
At this moment, a clicking noise sounded, and the door sprung open. A burst of high heels crazily pounding on the floor broke the ward's silence.
"Shakira Reed, you toxic b*tch, why are you still alive?" The thin blanket was yanked away, revealing a bony woman.
However, the woman lying on the bed just smiled.
"Mrs. Hernandez, aren't you always the most elegant and decent lady? Why do you sound so ballistic?" The voice wasn't loud, but every single word was clear to the ears.
"I can't lead a good life in the Hernandez family. Do you think you can?" Chinwe Reed gnashed her teeth, hissing in Shakira's ear.
"I'm about to die. What good life you want me to lead? I feel best when I see you misfortunate." Shakira giggled delightedly.
Chinwe gazed at Shakira, taking in a deep breath. She regained her elegance and sat on the bed.
"Chinwe, let me guess... Have you finished your good days with the Hernandezes?"
"It's you! You sent those photos to them?! We had truly underestimated you. Lying on this sick bed and you can still do that. Is it also you who triggered the collapse of the Reed family?" Chinwe studied Shakira incredulously.
"I've told you you're stupid. You always don't believe it. Smart people like us don't need to do it with our own hands." Shakira glanced at Chinwe, sneering. "What a moron you are! You wanted to cuckold Wyatt Hernandez!"
"What could I do? Should I stay and age lonely at the Hernandezes'?" Chinwe punched the bed board.
Since the day they got married, Wyatt Hernandez had been a stranger to her. She didn't want to wait and see him bringing his illegitimate children home one after another.
"Actually... If you could spend the rest of your life with the Hernandez family, it would be a blessing. But you had thought too highly of yourself!" Shakira closed her eyes as though talking had worn her out, though her face wearing a smile.
Shakira was so skinny that she looked like a bag of bones. It made her smile gruesome but somewhat dazzling.
"Even if you're going to die, I won't let you go to Hell with a smile on your face!"
"Shakira, do you want to know about Keir?" Chinwe suddenly whispered in Shakira's ear.
"Keir?" Shakira trembled hard. "What did you do to Keir?"
She had been hospitalized for more than one year, and she hadn't seen Keir ever since. All she knew was from all kinds of news came to her piece by piece, which had defeated her little by little, especially news about Keir.
Keir was looking for her mother everywhere. Keir was bullied at school, and Keir was sent to the hospital. Keir... was dead.
Now, what was that news about her Keir? What worse thing could it be?
"At first, we wanted to donate Keir's organs, but after digging them out, the recipient's family heard that the poor girl's mother was a murderer. They didn't want to accept the organs. Alas..." Chinwe sighed softly, leaning toward Shakira. "My little sister, tell me, what should we do now?"
"W-What did you say?" Shakira was so shocked that her eyes were protruding from their deep sockets on her thin face.
"Well, Keir is well kept frozen in the morgue. Anyway, something seems missing." Chinwe leisurely padded some powder on her face.
"What... parts are missing?"
Shakira stared at Chinwe, feeling her soul separating from her body little by little. "Chinwe, if there is the next life..."
"What if there is the next life? You know how your mother died... Whose daughter Keir was..."
Keir... Keir...
Keir always asked, "Mommy, where is my Daddy?"
