Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)

Chapter 49

Chapter 49 He was seriously injured in an attempt to save Ashley.

My voice wasn’t loud, but the cemetery was only so big. The memorial was supposed to be quiet, and

almost everyone around heard it. For a moment, all eyes turned to Ashley and Walter, whispering

among themselves.

Walter’s face was gloomy, he looked at me with a furrowed brow, momentarily speechless.

“Tabatha, what nonsense are you spouting?” Ashley choked out at me, her eyes full of tears. “Dad just

died, why are you starting to slander us? Haven’t you upset father enough over the years? The doctor

said father was perfectly fine, it was your past shameful deeds that were exposed, making it known to

the world, that caused father to be rushed into the emergency room.”

She said this very loudly, her eyes red from crying, looking pitiful and full of sorrow.

The incident from five years ago, even though I had a PR quickly handle it, was ultimately pushed onto

the public platform. These people who usually had a good relationship with my father, it was impossible

for them not to have noticed.

It was fine when it wasn’t mentioned, but once it was brought up, everyone basically assumed that I

was just like what was said online – willful, arrogant, shameless, and eloped with someone.

I couldn’t bear the critical gazes of the crowd piercing me like ice daggers. For a moment, it felt as if I

had been thrown into a frying pan, being tormented. I wanted to speak up and defend myself, but I was

shaking so much that I couldn’t utter a word.

Seeing me treated like this, my mother, in a fit of madness, picked up the burning paper money and

threw it at Ashley, shouting at her. “You

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wretch, I didn’t raise you for over twenty years just for you to bully my daughter. You ungrateful wretch,

you killed my husband, and now you’re bullying my daughter. I’ll fight you to the end.”

Saying this, the mother picked up a stone brick from the ground and hurled it at Ashley, acting as if she

had gone mad, completely out of control.

I didn’t react at all. By the time I did, all I heard was a scream. What I saw next was a hole in Walter’s

head, blood was pouring out. Ashley was holding Walter’s bleeding head, crying her heart out.

It wasn’t Ashley who got hurt, it was Walter. He really knew how to play the hero and save the damsel

in distress.

Mother was so frightened that she froze on the spot, the turner in her hand also dropped to the ground.

“Get him to the hospital quickly.” Someone in the crowd shouted, and then Walter was helped away by

a few people.

Ashley also left.

I watched the receding figure, somewhat dazed, walked to my mother’s side, supported her, and called Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

out hoarsely, “Mom!”

My mother turned to look at me, her eyes bloodshot, her voice trembling, “Tabatha, he’s not going to

die, is he?”

I shook my head, gently holding her and said, “No, don’t worry, he won’t die.” Even if he did die, I would

give my life for my mother’s.

Upon hearing my words, my mother burst into tears.

Seeing the situation, Cory stood by, not knowing what to say. After a long while, he finally said

helplessly, “Such a day, and it’s still turned out like this, sigh.”

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My father had been laid to rest, and the mourners, after a farce, had all left. The surroundings were

terrifyingly quiet.

Yes, such days, still ended up like this, letting my father witness all of this happening before his eyes,

my heart ached terribly.

had promised him that I would take good care of our mother.

After handling my father’s funeral and letting Cory take my mother back to the Conner family, I went

straight to the hospital.

Hospital.

Outside the operating room, Ashley was squatting by the door, her hands covered in blood, crying so

hard that her voice was hitching. Dale had also arrived, but not knowing what had happened, he could

only pace back and forth anxiously.

Upon seeing me, he hurriedly approached and asked, “Madam, what on earth happened? How did Mr.

Hinton get such a serious injury?”

“It was her, she’s the murderer, Dale, it’s Tabatha, she wanted to kill Walter.” Before I could even speak,

Ashley, who was squatting on the ground, sprang up, pointing at me with a face full of resentment and

accusation.

Seeing this, Dale looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I knew, he came here, just to understand the situation, and report back to Carley.

After a moment’s pause, he spoke, “I was the one who hurt Walter.”

Dale was somewhat bewildered, furrowing his brows and asking, “What…what’s going on? How did

this happen all of a sudden…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the door to the operating room

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was pushed open. The doctor looked at us and said, “The patient is fine, he’s already awake, and the

wound has been stitched up. Just make sure it doesn’t get wet. The family needs to handle the

hospitalization procedures. We’ll observe for a couple of days, and if there are no issues, he can be

discharged.”

“No need.” A deep voice came from the operating room, it was Walter. The blood on his head had been

dealt with, bandaged. As he left the operating room, he looked at the doctor and said, “I don’t need to

be hospitalized.”