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My cousin, Ash Johnson, and her family took over my family’s property, causing my father to jump to his death. They also stole the money I had saved for my mother’s treatment.
When I, Amy Johnson, turned to my fiancé for help, asking him to lend me money to save my mother, he ignored me and went on to marry Ash.
In my moment of despair, it was my childhood friend, David Turner, who stepped in and paid for a world-renowned doctor to treat my mother.
But soon after, the bone marrow transplant failed, and my mother still passed away. From that moment on, I became deaf.
David stayed by my side, never leaving me, and even launched a grand gesture to propose to me, releasing nine hundred and ninety-nine hot air balloons with banners declaring his love. He even learned sign language to communicate with me without barriers.
Three years after our marriage, I finally opened my heart. When I regained my ability to hear, the first thing I overheard was a conversation between David and the doctor.
“Mr. Turner, your wife’s mental state has improved a lot recently. It won’t be long before she can hear again.”
“If she finds out that it was you who helped Ash steal her family’s property, and secretly moved the bone marrow donation meant for her mother to Ash... I’m afraid she... I fear she won’t be able to handle it.”
David’s voice was cold, filled with endless bitterness.
“Then don’t let her recover. Increase her psychological issues so that she remains deaf for the rest of her life!”
“Whether she can handle it or not has nothing to do with me. I only want Ash to be happy.”
I staggered back in disbelief, tears immediately welling up in my eyes as a cold chill spread from my heart to the rest of my body.
I couldn’t control my shaking; a suffocating sense of being trapped, like a constricting serpent, overwhelmed me.
After my mother died, I desperately tried to see her one last time, but David stopped me, saying he had taken care of everything. He claimed my mother wouldn’t rest in peace if she saw me like this.
I believed him, but little did I know, he had never even tried to save my mother.
The matched bone marrow was something I had spent years searching for at numerous hospitals—three years, to be exact.
His kindness towards me was nothing but a form of surveillance!
Every nerve in my body screamed in pain, and I choked back sobs.
The doctor had already left, and David came out of the room, talking on the phone.
His attention was entirely on his phone, for the person on the other end was Ash.
“Why isn’t she here yet? David, if you don’t come soon, I’ll be mad!” Ash’s voice whined.
David, unaware that I could now hear, didn’t even try to hide his affection. He chuckled lightly and softly comforted her.
“All right, my little princess, I’m coming right now.”
Ash huffed. “Is that deaf woman holding you up again? David, why haven’t you divorced her yet? Do you like her?”
David answered without hesitation.
“Because of you, Ash. I’m afraid if she finds out the truth, she’ll come after you. As long as I keep her by my side, I can watch her every move and make sure she doesn’t interfere with you.”
“Ash, you know I only have you in my heart. Please stop saying things like that, okay?”
Ash seemed satisfied.
David hung up the phone, his eyes showing no sign of panic, as though the man who had just confessed his love to another woman in front of his wife wasn’t him.
He smiled gently at me and, as usual, communicated with me using sign language.
“Amy, I have something to do, I need to go to the company.”
I lowered my lashes and didn’t answer.
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