His Heart Is Now Elsewhere

Chapter 1

My son, Anthony Matthews, accidentally drank a whole glass of white wine at his second birthday party, which resulted in alcohol poisoning.

Edward Matthews broke down on the spot and rushed to the hospital in a frenzy.

He knelt in front of the emergency room door, crying, begging the doctor to save Anthony at all

costs.

Unfortunately, Anthony became senile.

I also encountered a car accident on my way to the hospital, and I narrowly escaped death to save my life.

Six months later, I unintentionally overheard a conversation between Edward and his assistant at

the doorstep of the study.

“Mr. Matthews, you were really ruthless. You even had the heart to harm your own son. When you instructed me to give the child white wine, I almost gave in.”

“And Melanie, she had already suffered enough, and now you want to cause a car accident, seizing the opportunity to transplant her heart to Selene.”

“Artificial hearts had to be replaced every five years. Could you bear to see her living in the pain of constant surgeries for the rest of her life?”

Edward’s voice was hoarse, but unusually determined.

“There was no way, Selena risked her life to give birth to my child despite her heart disease. I couldn’t give her a status, so I could only let her child become the sole heir of the Matthews

family.”

As for Melanie and Anthony, I would keep them for the rest of their lives, only in this way, they would not pose a threat to Selena and her child in the future.

My child could be abandoned at will.

And I was just a sacrificial lamb in his love.

Then I disappeared completely, as he wished.

When the assistant spoke again, there was a hint of pity in his voice.

Mrs. Matthews‘ body was already unable to bear the burden, why did you still coax her to donate blood to Selena?

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sighed after a moment of silence.

to either, but even after Selena had a

that the doctor said her heart was not receiving enough blood, and that receiving

blood might help a little.”

uncontrollably as I remembered how he had suggested taking me to the hospital to donate blood not long

a heart transplant, I would occasionally faint and vomit blood,

eyes, donating blood was to pray for Anthony’s

spot too well and understood how to manipulate

only now that I have come to know that there was no blessing at all. He simply regarded me as a mere blood bag of his beloved.

crying that was about to overflow from my

I didn’t have a heart anymore, I still felt unbearable pain.

7. containing honey almond oatmeal also suddenly fell to the

glass shards pierced into my foot, causing pain, but it was far less than the

-heart.

heard coming

my chest and stumbled back to

at Anthony’s sleeping profile, my emotions instantly

but

the rest of his life in dementia, I

into tears.

countless times, blaming myself for not taking good

Anthony.

of

never expected that it was my deeply beloved husband who intentionally ruined himself to pave the way for another woman.

so young, why did he have to

considered as my life, was

my eyes, I met

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as always,

just at the

my wound,

hard taking care of Anthony during this time, so I specially made honey almond

serve you.”

I didn’t want to bother you because I was

worry.”