She Finally Knows I’m Dead

The day Sylvia Woods returned, she was the center of attention and the undisputed star of the show.

However, she had no desire to linger under the spotlight. The moment she stepped off the plane, she rushed over to a nursing home.

Damona Grant was being held there—my mother, and the biological mother of the man Sylvia had remembered and hated for seven years.

“Sylvia, let me out! How could you do this to me? Have you forgotten how I took care of you when you were with Charles?!”

“Don’t you dare mention Charles to me!”

Sylvia was breathless from rushing over, but she immediately lunged forward. She slapped my mother across the face and knocked her to the floor.

“How dare he claim he was ever with me? When I got ill again and almost died, he was the first to abandon me!

“Now, he has the audacity to bring up our past? Take a good look at your family. Do you even deserve me?”

Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times.

In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form.

Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead.

I had been dead for seven years.

I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything.

“Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...”

‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

Seeing my mother hesitate to finish her sentence, I lowered my head and silently completed her words in my heart.

Even so, Sylvia refused to believe it. She already had the image of someone selfish and self-serving deeply ingrained in her head.

She would only see any explanation as an attempt to justify my actions.

“He didn’t? What kind of joke is that?!

“Back then, Charles cursed me in front of everyone and called me a burden. He said that he’d never marry a woman with a physical disability. I remember every single word!

“Let me get straight to the point. I came back to exact revenge on your entire family. No amount of persuasion will change my mind!”

Sylvia’s eyes blazed with overwhelming fury, while a bone-chilling smile formed on her lips.

She waved her hand, and several bodyguards immediately surrounded my mother. One of them held a bottle of unidentified medication.

“You and your husband did care for me once. But who’s to blame for raising such a ‘fine’ son?

“You love mentioning Charles, don’t you? Well, I detest hearing his name. So, I’ll poison you and turn you mute. How are you going to keep praising him after this, huh?!”

There was a ruthless glint in Sylvia’s eyes. The next moment, the bodyguards pinned my mother to the floor.

The transparent liquid flowed into her mouth continuously. Kneeling on the floor, I roared with fury and tried every possible method to save her. But not even the air around us stirred.

“Mom, Mom! Sylvia, please spare her! Let her go!”

My tearful cries could only come from the depths of my heart. By the time the bottle of medicine was empty, my mother had completely lost the ability to speak. She was only able to utter hoarse syllables.

Seeing my mother like that, my heart hurt more than if it had been carved out!

Yet, Sylvia’s eyes did not hold a shred of pity. She even recoiled in disgust as she took a step back.

It was as if she had completely forgotten that my mother had once stayed by her sickbed for two days and nights, sleepless, caring for her with unwavering devotion.

“Tell Charles that I won’t let him off the hook unless he begs for my forgiveness for his crimes.

“He can ignore me if he wishes. Let him test whether I mean what I say!”

I froze as I stared at Sylvia’s stunning yet resolute figure. For a moment, I felt dazed.

She had changed. She no longer seemed like the gentle and kind little girl who would cry sympathetic tears at everything she saw.