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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after a moment of

to either, but even after Selena had a heart transplant, there was no improvement.

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

might help a

he had suggested taking me to the

would occasionally faint and vomit blood, so naturally

he earnestly persuaded me with his eyes, donating

my weak spot too well and understood how to manipulate me.

to know that there was no blessing at all. He simply regarded me as a mere blood bag

the crying that was about to overflow from my throat.

have a heart anymore,

7. oatmeal also suddenly fell to

foot, causing pain, but it was far less

-heart.

coming

chest and stumbled back to my own room.

Anthony’s sleeping profile,

learned to say “daddy,” but he

the rest of his life

into tears.

the incident, I blamed myself countless times,

Anthony.

of

my deeply beloved husband who intentionally ruined

did he have to be cruel to

love that I considered as my life, was

I lifted my eyes, I met

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as tenderly as always, but his voice trembled

just at the

not cover up my wound,

Anthony during this time,

serve

broke it. I didn’t want to bother you because I was afraid you

worry.”