Chapter 1 Five years after my death, Carter Hayes demanded that I take the fall for his first love once again. Clutching a written confession, he stormed into the rundown apartment complex on the wrong side of town, only to be met with my black-and-white memorial portrait and an altar covered in dust. In his bewilderment, he grabbed a neighbor from downstairs and demanded to know where I was. The neighbor replied nonchalantly: "Sarah Evans? She died five years ago." "It was an absolute tragedy. The family from that medical malpractice lawsuit cornered her in her apartment and stabbed her over a dozen times. Even her little boy took two of the hits!" Carter let out a cynical scoff. "She just took the blame for Chloe once. It was just a revoked medical license. Does she really need to put on this elaborate, melodramatic show?" "Tell me, how much did Sarah pay you to say this? She even got my son to play along with this pathetic pity act!" The neighbor shot Carter an impatient, disgusted look. "Are you blind? Do you not see the memorial shrine right there? For the last five years, that little boy upstairs has been living all by himself. Word around here is that he couldn't get ahold of his father no matter how hard he tried." "Bullshit! I've been sending Sarah child support every single month!" Carter roared, his anger flaring. "It was just a damn medical license! I’ve been the one paying for her mother's medical bills too! I can't believe Sarah has the nerve to use my money to hire actors to put on this play. She’s completely lost her mind!" "You tell her, if her signature isn't on this confession within three days, I'm cutting off both her mother's medical funds and the child support!" The neighbor couldn't take it anymore and spat back, "Her and her old lady are nothing but two memorial portraits sitting right there! You're the one who's out of your damn mind!" With that, the neighbor slammed his door shut. Refusing to believe it, Carter kicked open the flimsy, battered front door of the apartment and barged right into my memorial room. I watched as he clutched the confession letter. Without even glancing at the portraits of me and my mother, he shouted: "Sarah Evans, get the hell out here right now! Chloe is about to be sentenced to prison, and you're still throwing a tantrum?!" Five years ago, a patient died under Chloe Miller's care. Carter used my mother's life-saving medical funds to blackmail me into taking the fall for her. Then, to protect the reputation of the Hayes Corporation, he coldly and ruthlessly kicked both me and our son, Leo, out of our home and banished us to this slum. For five years, he never contacted me once. I never expected that his sudden reappearance would be to demand I take the fall for his precious first love yet again. Carter paced around the tiny room twice. Failing to find me, he curled his lip in deep dissatisfaction. "You're an unemployed parasite who relies entirely on me to survive, and you dare throw a tantrum? You really must have a death wish!" "Chloe is about to be locked up, and you're still hiding. I know exactly what you're doing. You're trying to use this as leverage to force your way back into my life. Keep dreaming!" His eyes, red with anger, swept viciously across the room as he barked an order to his men: "Smash this place to pieces! Cut off all funding for her mother's medical bills and Leo's child support! Let's see how long she can hold out!" The moment the words left his mouth, several men rushed in and began destroying the apartment. The framed photos and the meager, cheap furniture were all hurled to the floor. The memorial portraits of me and my mother were smashed to pieces. I desperately tried to stop them, but my hands passed right through everything. "No! This is my and Leo's home! This is all we have left!" "Carter, I'm already dead! Make them stop!" Carter just stood there, watching the destruction with cold, detached eyes. Noticing that his men had intentionally avoided the two cheap-looking urns sitting in front of the altar, he actually walked over to them. He picked up the two urns and sneered: "Sarah, your acting is pretty convincing. You even bought prop urns." "You're willing to curse yourself and your own mother just to see Chloe go to prison. You are truly a vicious, toxic bitch!" With that, he raised the two urns, preparing to smash them onto the floor! Just then, a small noise came from inside the apartment. Chapter 2 Carter froze, a cold smirk forming as he looked toward the inner room. "Sarah, I knew you weren't dead. Finally couldn't hold it in anymore and decided to show yourself?" "Let me tell you right now, you are signing this confession today, or else..." Before he could finish his threat, a tiny figure peeked out, looking at him with immense caution. "Daddy, Mommy is dead." Looking at the frail, tiny Leo standing before him, a flash of shock crossed Carter's eyes. At eight years old, Leo looked no different than he did when he was three. A sob tore from my spectral throat. I desperately tried to push Leo back into the room to hide him. Carter had gone completely insane trying to find a scapegoat for Chloe. Even though Leo was his own flesh and blood, there was no guarantee he wouldn't hurt him. Sure enough, Carter's gaze turned icy, though he tried to soften his tone: "Leo? Why did your mother let you get so skinny? Where is she? Once I make her sign this, I'll take you home, okay?" "Do you remember Auntie Chloe? She misses you so much. You'll live with us from now on." Leo timidly pointed a trembling finger at the urns in Carter's hands. "Daddy, Mommy and Grandma are right there." Carter instantly lost his patience. He violently hurled both urns onto the floor. The gray-white ashes spilled everywhere. Leo froze for a split second, then lunged forward, trying to gather the ashes. Carter shoved him away impatiently, his expensive leather shoe grinding heavily into the spilled remains. "Sarah really has ruined you! You even know how to lie now! How could she possibly be dead?!" Leo burst into tears, wailing loudly. Through his sobs, he cried: "Mommy really is dead! The family of the lady Auntie Chloe killed came looking for her. They brought knives and hacked Mommy to death!" Crying uncontrollably, Leo pointed to the thick, jagged scars on his own small body. "Daddy, I'm not lying. I have scars too." Looking at his son sobbing in agony, a flicker of doubt finally crossed Carter's eyes. He gripped the confession letter tightly, a brief flash of pain twisting his features. The next second, his phone chimed. Chloe had texted him two photos, followed immediately by a phone call. "Carter, Sarah took her mom and ran away. She must still resent me for what happened years ago." "I guess... I guess I'll just have to go to prison. Just please, Carter, promise you won't forget me." As soon as she finished speaking, she hung up. Panic washed over Carter's face. He quickly dialed her back. "Chloe, don't do anything stupid! You're about to be promoted to Chief of Surgery, your future is so bright! You can't go to prison!" "Don't worry, no matter where Sarah ran off to, I will drag her back. I promise you won't go down for this!" Hanging up the phone, Carter violently yanked Leo toward him. "I funded your mother's life for five years! What the hell could an ex-con do after getting out of prison anyway?! For all these years, I'm the one who paid for her deadbeat mother's hospital bills! She owes me, and now is the time to pay up! Leo, if you still want to call me your father, tell me exactly where your mother is right now!" Carter's rough, aggressive handling terrified Leo, making his small body tremble violently. A sharp, agonizing pain ripped through my chest. Carter had absolutely no idea. Five years ago, after I took the fall and had my medical license permanently revoked, I was immediately banished to this slum. As for the so-called "child support," I never saw a single cent of it. The money had all gone to Chloe's bank account. She used those funds to hire local street thugs to relentlessly harass me day and night. The moment I stepped out the door, I would be cornered in an alley and beaten. When I finally managed to contact my old medical school mentor for help, I was ambushed at the door of my apartment by the furious family of the patient Chloe had killed. Seventeen stab wounds. Every single one lethal. My very last memory before I died was Leo, crying hysterically, calling Carter for help—only to have the call mercilessly hung up, over and over again. The sound of Leo's crying in the present merged with the echoes of that horrific day. Seeing that Leo was only crying and not answering, Carter, in a fit of frustration, slapped his own son hard across the face! Then, he roared in anger: "Tell me where your mother is right now! If she doesn't show her face, I'm going straight to the hospital to cut off your grandmother's life support!" Leo was crying so hard he was hyperventilating. Under Carter's terrifying threats, he could only answer through his tears: "Mommy is really dead. Grandma is dead too. Daddy, you can go ask the police officers. I'm not a liar." Looking at Leo's red, swollen cheek, a fleeting trace of guilt flashed in Carter's eyes. But almost immediately, Chloe called again. "Carter, the patient's family is at my door! They're saying I need to pay for her life with mine! You have to come back and save me!" The moment she said that, Carter shoved Leo aside without a second thought! In his frantic rush to leave, he didn't even notice that Leo had been shoved so hard his head slammed violently against the sharp edge of the coffee table. Blood instantly gushed out, pooling on the floor. Leo weakly reached out a trembling, bloodstained hand, trying to ask his father for help. But Carter was entirely focused on reassuring Chloe on the phone. "Don't be afraid. I'm on my way back right now!" Chapter 3 Carter pushed open the door to Chloe's luxury townhouse. Before he could even look for the supposedly rioting family members, Chloe threw herself into his arms. "Carter, you found Sarah, right? She agreed to take the blame, didn't she?" As she spoke, she hurriedly snatched the confession letter from Carter's hand. When she saw that my signature wasn't on the dotted line, her face instantly turned ghost-white. "Why isn't it signed?! Why won't she take the fall for me?! That pathetic bitch..." Chloe's face twisted into a mask of pure malice. Just as she was about to spit out more venom, she noticed Carter's deeply furrowed brow and quickly caught herself, changing her tone entirely. "Carter, forget it. It seems she's still holding a grudge over what happened five years ago. I'll just go to prison myself. As long as you're okay, I'll be fine." Chloe's eyes instantly welled up with red-rimmed tears. It was a move she had used countless times before. And sure enough, it worked. Carter hurriedly pulled her into a tight embrace. "Chloe, don't worry. Just because I couldn't find her doesn't mean the police can't! If she refuses to sign the confession, I'll find someone who will make sure her name gets on that paper!" A ruthless, dark glint flashed in Carter's eyes. Chloe hid the victorious gleam in her eyes, feigning deep emotion as she hugged him back. "But if we do that, Sarah will have to serve five years in federal prison this time. I remember your parents already had a problem with her, right? I'm afraid they might force you to divorce her..." Carter's face darkened. "Sarah and I are never getting divorced!" "We made a promise to stay together for the rest of our lives, and I don't break my promises. Even though she's spent the last five years raising Leo into a pathological liar, and throwing a tantrum by refusing to help you out... once I find her this time, I will make sure she learns her lesson." "When she gets out of prison in five years, we'll go back to being a normal family." I was so shocked by this delusion that my ghost literally floated in circles. What Carter meant was that he was planning to cut ties with Chloe entirely. Years ago, he had abandoned me and Leo countless times just to be at Chloe's beck and call. Even when Leo was hospitalized with a dangerously high fever, Carter abandoned us at the ER without a second thought just because Chloe called him. And now, for the sake of some casual promise we made when we were young and stupidly in love, he was voluntarily planning to cut contact with Chloe? Chloe's features contorted in absolute rage. But remembering the looming threat of prison, she swallowed her anger, forcing herself to look up at him with a pathetic, wronged expression. Carter's heart softened for a moment. Just as he was about to comfort her, his phone rang sharply. "Is this Mr. Carter Hayes? Your son, Leo, was just brought into the ER by ambulance with massive cranial hemorrhaging. Please come immediately to authorize his emergency surgery and pay the deposit." "Heh! Are you scammers really getting this sophisticated now? Let him die, then. I'm not paying a cent." Carter sneered coldly. The hospital staff on the other end was utterly appalled. "Mr. Hayes, your son's life is in critical danger right now. If you don't pay the deposit, we cannot proceed with the surgery. We are calling from City General. You can come verify it yourself right now." Carter frowned, a brief flash of hesitation crossing his face. "Carter, Sarah is actually using her own child just to avoid taking the blame. She must truly hate me!" Chloe looked up at him, her face a portrait of victimization. Carter's eyes hardened. He suppressed the rising unease in his chest and said furiously: "Enough! I don't care how much money Sarah paid you to put on this show. When I left earlier, Leo was perfectly fine. How dare she curse her own son just to play a trick! She's not afraid of karma?!" With that, he violently hung up the phone. I floated around him in a frantic panic, wanting nothing more than to force him to wire the money immediately. But Carter was completely consumed with having his assistant forge my signature on the confession letter. Once done, he took Chloe straight to the police precinct. "Officer, the medical malpractice incident that occurred at Emerson Hospital was caused by my wife. Here is her signed confession!" The detective frowned as he took the document. A few minutes later, he looked at Carter like he was looking at an absolute lunatic. "Mr. Hayes, are you attempting to obstruct a police investigation? You actually had the nerve to forge a confession document!" Carter's heart skipped a beat. "This was signed by my wife! She has fled to avoid prosecution." The detective gave him a dead, icy stare. "The Sarah Evans you're talking about was stabbed to death five years ago by the family of a victim from a completely different medical malpractice case!" "When we closed the case, we tried to contact you, but you never answered your phone. In the end, it was her child who had to claim her ashes." "You tell me: how exactly did a woman who has been dead for five years sign this confession?" All the color instantly drained from Chloe's face, leaving her as white as a sheet. Chapter 4 Carter's body stiffened for a fraction of a second. But almost immediately, he let out a cynical laugh. "So all the money I've been sending Sarah for the past five years... she used it all to bribe the police department?!" "No wonder Leo hasn't grown an inch in five years. She's really pulled out all the stops, hasn't she?!" Carter slammed his hand angrily on the interrogation desk. Right at that moment, the hospital called again. "Mr. Hayes, the child's condition is extremely critical. If you do not authorize payment immediately, I'm afraid he won't last another ten minutes!" Carter gritted his teeth, his voice dripping with absolute impatience: "Then let him die! When he's dead, don't bother calling me. Just send him straight to the crematorium from the hospital. Are we clear?!" He violently ended the call. Floating in the air, I wept tears of blood. I hated myself for not running as far away from Carter as possible all those years ago. Because of my mistake, my precious Leo was about to be murdered by his own biological father. Fuming with anger, his expensive leather shoes clicking sharply on the pavement, Carter marched directly to the nursing home where my mother used to stay. Only to find that my mother's file had been purged years ago. She had also passed away five years prior. "I heard the poor woman couldn't handle the shock of finding out her daughter had been murdered. She passed away that exact same night," the receptionist mentioned. My heart constricted so tightly I couldn't breathe. The brutal karma that Chloe should have suffered had entirely fallen upon me and my mother. Facing setback after setback, Carter's brow furrowed tightly. He finally began to suspect that what he had been told might actually be the truth. He pulled out his phone and texted his executive assistant. [Run a full background check on Sarah Evans and her mother.] The very next second, Chloe called him. "Carter, I don't know if I should tell you this, but I just saw Sarah at the airport. She was holding hands with a man, and they had Leo with them." "At the end of the day, it was my fault for not being careful enough during that surgery. Just let Sarah go. I'll take the prison sentence." As soon as she finished speaking, she sent him two blurry, grainy photos. It showed the silhouettes of a woman and a child who looked like me and Leo. And standing next to "me" was a man, pulling me into a passionate kiss. The muscles in Carter's forehead twitched violently with rage. Sarah had played him for an absolute fool. He had actually almost believed she was dead! The fury of being played, the humiliation of being betrayed—it completely shattered Carter's remaining sanity. He violently smashed his phone onto the ground and sprinted toward the nearest family court division. "I want to file for emergency full custody of my son! I'm taking him away from his mother!" As long as he had custody of Leo, Sarah would never be able to run away! Carter's eyes burned with a manic, obsessive frenzy. Right at that moment, a hospital administrator suddenly appeared at the precinct doors. He scrutinized Carter for a moment before suddenly speaking up: "You're Mr. Carter Hayes, correct? Your son, Leo, stopped breathing half an hour ago. We were just about to file the paperwork to void his birth registry and issue a death certificate. Since you're here, you can handle it yourself." The words hung in the air. Carter hadn't even processed them yet. The police officer standing behind him added: "Mr. Hayes, you cannot file for custody against Ms. Evans. Ms. Evans passed away five years ago. And your son was issued a death certificate exactly thirty minutes ago."
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