The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 962

Why did she commit suicide?

Was it because she was in too much pain and felt too hopeless to continue, so that was why she did it?

I lowered my head and looked at the white floor that was without a single blemish. Its whiteness made my eyes hurt.

For people who refused to spare themselves, committing suicide was indeed the best way to free themselves.

After having breakfast, I took a cab to Jade Imperial Mountain.

On top of the mountain was the largest local church. People went up all the time to pray for themselves and their families.

The road up the mountain was extremely treacherous. When I was almost at the top, I followed those who hiked up the mountain and made the sign of the cross.

"You didn't bring any knee pads, Miss?" the old man beside me asked.

The old man's eyes were moist. There was a faint and soft smile on his lips. He was a tender and kind person.

I smiled a little. "If I just have to suffer a little pain so that those I love can be happy, then I’m willing to bear such pain."

The old man shook his head and smiled. "Silly child."

When I got to the top of the mountain, my knees could hardly bend anymore.

After entering the church, I knelt in front of the cross and put my hands together to pray. "Please be merciful, oh Lord, and may the dead rest in peace."

Songs of worship entered my ears as I stared longingly at the cross.

All the sorrows and sufferings of this world needed to be liberated by oneself. No one else could offer any sort of help.

Life was bitterly short, and everything was merely a passing cloud. Only by letting go would one be liberated.

I was packing up my things to go home when Horton Zafron, my colleague, walked toward me with a pile of documents in his arm. He said helplessly, "The higher-ups are in a rush to use these. We might have to endure the high temperature and work for another half an hour."

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I put down my bag and wiped off the sweat from my forehead before sighing. "I won't be joining the evening gathering, then."

"That’s not very good.” Horton Zafron disagreed. "It won’t be good if you’re the only person absent for the department gathering.”

I looked up at him and softly sighed. "Can’t you see that I have a lot of work to do and need to work overtime?"

Horton put on a helpless look. "We can both handle these documents in less than half an hour."

After a pause, he continued, "You'll have to socialize one way or another.”