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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a moment of silence.

even after Selena had

that the doctor said her heart was not

blood might help a little.”

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

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

donating blood was to

spot too well and understood how

know that there was no blessing at all. He simply regarded me as a

covered my mouth, blocking the crying that was about to

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

7. containing honey almond oatmeal also suddenly fell to

foot, causing pain, but it was far less than the pain in my

-heart.

could be heard coming

and stumbled back to

Anthony’s sleeping profile,

to say “daddy,” but he was made delirious

rest of his life in dementia, I couldn’t help but

into tears.

countless times,

Anthony.

of

that it was my deeply beloved husband who

did he have to be

as my life, was

my eyes, I met

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smiled as tenderly as always, but his

just at the door

cover up my

Anthony during this time, so I specially made honey

serve

was clumsy and accidentally broke it. I didn’t want to bother you because I was

worry.”