4

I accompanied Lucy to the hospital pretending to be anxious. But Lucy was stronger than I thought. After the rescue, she woke up with a crooked nose and squinting eyes.

"You... go find... Samuel quickly... I'm fine." Lucy's face was covered with saliva, looking completely different from the healthy person she was in her previous life.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Lucy, and couldn't help laughing.

Lucy tried hard to make a confused and angry expression:

"You...what are you laughing at? Samuel...is...your...husband. Your husband is...in trouble. How can you...laugh?"

"Mom, let me tell you the truth, Samuel is not dead."

Lucy heaved a sigh of relief after hearing what I said. She seemed to want to laugh, but she couldn't control her expression and could only make a "hehe" sound:

"That's good."

I nodded:

" I know where Samuel is. He is seriously injured and was rescued by a fisherwoman. Next, he will lose his memory, fall in love with the fisherwoman, and get pregnant and have a child with her. And I will never look for him. I want him to be a fisherman all his life. You don't have to hold on, you will definitely not be able to wait for him to come back."

Lucy's eyes widened and the heart monitor made an unusual sound. It seemed that she found it hard to believe that I would say this.

I stood up and paced around the ward:

"You must be thinking that Samuel will recover his memory and come back sooner or later, right? Let me tell you, it's useless. Even if he comes back, I won't recognize him. I will eat away the company bit by bit, leaving your son penniless and helpless."

" Do you know why I dare to tell you? Because I know you will die soon. So I have to let you die with a clear mind. I can't let you die without knowing anything."

"According to what you said, you are born with bad luck. You killed your husband and your son. Tell me, what is the meaning of your insisting on living like this?"