He quickly got the number of the surgery room and took a lift. At the moment he walked out of the elevator, he saw Bette teetering outsides the surgery room anxiously.
Seeing Stuart, she looked quite astonished.
“Why are you here?”
“To witness his death,” Stuart said coldly.
“You’ve known everything, right?”Bette asked in astonishment.
“He didn’t die. You’ve kept his company for three years. Did you plan all these? What about my father?”
His voice sounded like the ice from the hell, devastating and threatening.
His eyes turned sinister and ruthless, pressing Bette’s heart like a rolling wave. Bette felt so suppressed that she felt stifled.
She forgot when her son grew up enough to take complete charge without her help.
She took a deep breath.
“I
