Semua Bab Fyi, Mr. Ex, I am Billionaire's Heiress : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Moira died two days after I came to see her at the correctional clinic. For the first time in my life, I felt relieved over someone's death. For me, Moira would have been better off dead, because her life was full of futility and would only be a never-ending business for the people around her. Even for Peter and Eva, it would be difficult for them to start their new lives with Moira around them. I was talking to a finance staff near the corridor to the third floor, when I met Eva who had just finished consulting with the pharmacy department. "Leora," Eva called with a beaming face. I thought she would still be grieving after her mother died. Today is only three days since Moira's death, if I counted correctly. However, I was happy to see Eva's smile look brighter and more relaxed as she approached me. "Hi, Eva," I said. "What are you doing here?" "I'm going to get medicine for Peter," Eva said while showing the plastic bag containing the medicine in her hand. "There was a new

Peter clenched his fists on his lap. His face was bright red with anger, while Eva was still sobbing behind his back. Noah and I occasionally exchanged glances. Meanwhile, Elton was still crying silently while looking down next to me. I decided to call Noah and ask him to pick up Peter, after hearing Elton's story. I couldn't handle all of this alone, while Eva was almost hysterical and Elton was so confused after Eva hit him hard. Peter, who was confused when he came with Noah, got angry and hit Elton when I retelled their story. Luckily, Noah was there who quickly held Peter after two punches that made Elton's lip split. "So, Eva, you never slept with anyone other than Elton that night," I said softly. "You were just too drunk to realize the situation at that time and Elton also had a special situation that made him late in confirming everything." "This bastard made my sister suffer," Peter growled. "If only I had known from the start, I wouldn't have made Eva abort her fetus

"Your mother did it, baby, I swear. She's disliked me since we got close. She said I was too poor to be your boyfriend. She didn't want you to have a hard time having a poor boyfriend like me." I stared at the man in front of me with my heart feeling like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. It's my mother who ruin my relationship with him. "I rejected Felicia many times when she started approaching me. But, that bitch was really shameless and kept sticking to me like a leech. When I threatened her to kill her, when she kissed me, she just laughed and said that her goal had been achieved and she would soon get a lot of money. Your mother gave her money to seduce me and misunderstood you." Really, I felt very hurt hearing Elton's story, which he told with wet eyes. His grip on me tightened and I could feel the overflow of his emotions. "I love you so much, Eva. Too many bad things happened between us, but I want to be better with you until the end." I wiped Elton's

"How is it? Does it hurt?" I winced, when Doctor Aileen pressed the middle of my thigh with her index finger. "It doesn't hurt too much, but it does feel a bit sore, Doctor," I said. "Hmm... I think you still need muscle therapy, sir," Doctor Aileen said softly. She returned to her seat behind the desk and typed something on her laptop. I got out of bed with Eva's help and sat on the chair in front of Doctor Aileen's desk. "Doctor, when can my brother start using his prosthetic leg?" Eva asked. "The item will be sent in ten days, but according to the manufacturer, for use must consult a doctor." "Ah, it's almost here, huh?" Doctor Aileen said happily. "Mr. Peter must undergo therapy until it is complete, especially if there are still muscle problems. Prosthetic legs are not as easy to use as they seem. Prosthetic users need a lot of practice and adjustment before they really get used to it, especially if only one." "Would it be easier if both of my legs had prosthetic legs, Doc

My life was a mess. That d*mn Marteen really disappeared and never came back, since that night, when he said he was going to buy medicine for our child. I had given up since I came to the hospital to bring my child for treatment. I knew the police were looking for me, but my child was more important. So when I was finally arrested, I entrusted my child to the foundation at the hospital to take care of my child. Luckily I was only sentenced to three months and was granted parole. There was no greater happiness than when on the morning of my release, Baby Marteen greeted me with his handsome face and bright round eyes, held by his nanny at the foundation. I sold all the assets I owned and returned to Canada. I no longer looked for Marteen's whereabouts. I didn't care about him anymore. I had sacrificed many things for him, given him many things, even did many bad things because of him, but he just left me. It seemed like I really had to finish my life story with him. I would raise