My Son’s Death: The Murder Plan of My Husband’s First Love

Chapter 12

Olivia spoke in a very humble manner, and by the end of her speech, she was choking up on the other end of the phone.

I was silent for a moment, then said calmly, “Okay.”

“Really? Thank you.”

Olivia cried with joy. After confirming that I would definitely go over, she thanked me repeatedly and hung up the phone.

To be honest, I didn’t expect that Tyler would become like this in just six months.

When I left him, I thought about making him live in guilt forever.

But I didn’t expect the power of guilt could be this powerful.

I packed up, said goodbye to the children and the director of the welfare home, and then set out to meet Tyler.

I went to see him not because I missed him or felt sympathy for him.

Instead, I wanted to take this opportunity to say goodbye to the past completely.

When I came to the Ford Villa again, my mood was a bit complicated.

The last time I came here, everyone in the Ford family was disgusted with me and tried to avoid me as much as possible.

But now, Olivia was standing at the door, waiting for me eagerly.

Seeing me coming, Olivia immediately walked towards me with her crutches.

After not seeing her for half a year, she looked much older.

Her steps when walking with a cane became much more unsteady.

She came forward and looked at me with tears in her eyes. “Wendy, thank you for coming.”

I smiled at her politely and said nothing.

When I arrived at the house, the first person I saw was Joanna. She was playing with mud in the yard, smiling foolishly.

Olivia explained to me, “After you left, Tyler never talked to her again. She was stimulated and became foolish. I felt sorry for her, so I took her in at home.”

“Oh,” I replied indifferently.

I didn’t waste any time on Joanna.

Under the guidance of Olivia, I came to Tyler’s room and saw him lying on the bed.

Without seeing him for half a year, Tyler had become so thin that he looked unrecognizable.

His originally plump face no longer showed any flesh. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

His cheekbones protruded high, his eye sockets were sunken, his lips were pale, and he looked very

ill.

It was a hot summer day, but he was covered with a thick quilt.

“Tyler, Wendy is here to see you.”

Olivia stepped forward and softly called out to Tyler who was soundly sleeping.

Tyler slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw me, his eyes instantly turned red.

“I thought I would never see you again.”

He opened his lips slightly and uttered an incredibly hoarse sound with difficulty.