Willow Crawford bit down on her lower lip with her pearly teeth. She was in pain, so much pain that she was almost numb, but she slowly pried Morgan Ashworth’s fingers apart, "Morgan, I really don’t like seeing you like this. Pull yourself together, don’t make look down on you."
After saying that, she walked inside.
With a bang, the villa door closed in front of him, and with her disappearance, the light before Morgan’s eyes turned into darkness.
From then on, his world beca black and white.
Morgan could only feel a tallic taste in his throat; he reached out and touched his lips and found they were already stained with blood.
Tonight, the rain mixed with his tears and fresh blood felt particularly cold to him. For years, he would often be startled awake from the nightmare of five years ago, and now he realized that five years ago wasn’t the hardest ti for him; now is.
Had he known things would be like this, he would rather have died five years ago.
Morgan closed his eyes and collapsed.
"Master!"
...
Morgan was burning with a high fever, 42 degrees, unable to break it, constantly caught in nightmares, calling out "Willow" in his sleep.
In an oblivious state, he felt soone pricking him with needles; he desperately wanted that person to go away. He didn’t want to wake up, not at all.
But he had no strength at all, those needles forcibly dragged him back.
Morgan opened his eyes, and he was back in his room, now filled with the sll of disinfectant, an IV drip in his hand.
"Miles, you’ve finally woken up," said the Elder, stepping forward with concern.
Morgan stared absentmindedly at the ceiling, his whole being seeming hollow.
"Miles, you wanted to see Willow, and I’ve arranged it. Now, you should give up; the venom in your body is getting worse. Quickly, take this pill." The Elder brought out the third pill given by Willow.
The Elder had already had renowned doctors identify it. Though they didn’t know its composition, it’s definitely not poison but a unique antidote.
Morgan slowly sat up, looking at the pill in the ornate box. Compared to the previous two, this pill was more vividly red, as if refined from blood, unusually enchanting.
Morgan waved his hand and knocked over the pill.
With a roll, the pill fell onto the carpet.
The Elder’s expression changed drastically, "Miles, are you crazy? This is the antidote. Willow poisoned you five years ago; she owes you this. Why won’t you take it?"
The Elder cautiously picked up the pill and returned it to the ornate box.
Morgan’s face was pale and haggard due to dehydration; his thin lips were cracked and peeling, "I don’t want anything from her."
The Elder snorted, "You don’t want anything from her, but what about the child? You don’t want the child?"
The child...
These two words made Morgan’s heart stiffen. The undeniable truth was that the child touched the softness at the bottom of his heart; it was his child too.
"Miles, that is your child, our heir. I don’t care about anything else; you must reclaim the child from Willow. The custody belongs to us," the Elder was adamant about the child, it being Morgan’s first offspring after all.
Exhausted, Morgan closed his eyes. The affection was gone; now it’s a custody battle.
The child was still in Willow’s womb, not yet born, already facing a choice between father and mother. How unfair it was for the child.
Morgan curled up, heart aching. He rembered when Willow first got pregnant, the two lay on the bed in sweet tenderness, the na he had picked for his son, all of it now a distant mory.
The sweeter it was then, the more painful it was now.
...
Willow was not feeling well either. Because she had drawn the third drop of heart blood, her whole body was collapsing, leaving her face colorless as a ghost.
Serena Sterling had to use many precious herbs to concoct dicine to keep Willow alive; otherwise, not to ntion the child in her belly, they both might die.
Willow could no longer get out of bed and move around, only lie in the sickbed. Besides Serena, no one else was allowed in.
She was deeply concerned for Morgan, wondering whether he had taken the third pill. If he hadn’t, all her efforts and sacrifices would be in vain.
That day Serena ca over with a bowl of bitter dicine, Willow asked, "Mommy, how is Morgan doing? Did he take the third pill?"
Serena shook her head, "No."
"What? Why won’t he take the pill? I know, he’s still angry with , using this pill to punish ."
"Willow, Morgan’s people sent a ssage saying he can take the pill, but he has one condition."
"What condition? As long as he’s willing to take the pill, I can agree to anything."
"Morgan wants your child."
What?
Willow froze.
"Willow, Morgan said he wants custody of the child. You give the child to him, he takes the pill, and then you’ll both be free from each other, even eting again as strangers."
Did he say that? Free from each other, eting again as strangers?
Willow’s pale eyes turned red; she knew this ti Morgan had truly given up. The past, after all, would be carried away by the wind.
Willow’s hand rested on her abdon; she would fight with all her might to protect this child, but she could only safeguard him until birth; then, his future would be entrusted to his father.
Even if Morgan didn’t ask, she would give the child to him; only then could she be at peace.
She wasn’t afraid. Morgan would be a good father, and the child had the strongest maternal family support. Without a mommy, he would still grow healthy, happy, and strong.
Good.
That’s good enough.
Willow gently curled her lips, "Okay, I agree. Give him the child."
...
At this mont, Morgan stood wearing thin clothing by the floor-to-ceiling window, when Eleven entered quietly and reported, "Master, there’s a response from Mada."
Morgan turned his head to look at Eleven, his voice hoarse, "What did she say?"
"Master, Mada said she agrees. You’ll take the pill, she’ll give you the child, and afterward, you’ll be free from each other."
She agreed?
She agreed.
Morgan was montarily lost in thought, a long ti later, a low, hoarse laugh rolled from his throat, huh.
She really was ruthless.
Acting so decisively, leaving not a bit of room.
Morgan gazed out of the window, muttering, "Fine, this ti as she wishes."
No matter how much he had loved her before, he would henceforth remove her from his heart.
If possible, Morgan wished he had never t this woman called Willow Crawford.
"Master, take the pill." Eleven handed the pill and water to him.
Morgan took the pill, placed it in his mouth, and swallowed it down with water.
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