Chapter 3

Stung by the exposure of his weak spot, Mr. Shaw flew into a rage born of embarrassment.

He growled, "Enough! I've only tolerated you this long for Scarlett's sake. Don't push your luck!"

"In all my years of rescue work, I've seen countless people with severed legs! Scarlett only injured her lower leg, and she was rushed to the hospital in time. How could she possibly die?!"

Britta, tears streaming down her face, snatched up the glass from the bedside table and flung its contents all over Mr. Shaw:

"Captain Shaw, whose husband are you, exactly? Did you not know about Scarlett's blood clotting disorder?"

"You're so high and mighty, so devoted. You traded Scarlett's leg for that Smith guy's life. But what about Scarlett? Why should Scarlett have to die?"

Mr. Shaw's face alternated between shades of green and white. After a long moment, he finally squeezed out:

"I... I'll get Scarlett the best rehabilitation treatment, fit her with the most advanced prosthetic. She'll be just like a normal person..."

"When you have to choose between two people, you have to save one first. I didn't want to..."Britta violently wiped away her tears, pulled out a knife from her bag and was about to charge forward:

"So money can buy prosthetic limbs, huh? I'll go cut off one of Serena's legs right now. I've got plenty of cash too!"

Serena was scared out of her wits, crying and shrinking behind Mr. Shaw.

Mr. Shaw quickly shielded her behind him, snatched the knife from Britta's hand, and shouted furiously:

"Enough of this bullshit! If you're sick, go get treatment!"

"Scarlett was still sending texts insulting Serena today. How could she possibly be dead?"

I followed Britta with a bewildered look to see Mr. Shaw's phone.

There were dozens of messages, all filled with extremely offensive curses.

[Bitch, seducing other people's husbands. Why haven't you gotten your comeuppance yet? Just die already!]

[Slut, how does it feel to be the mistress who stole someone's man? I'll make sure all your fans see what a whore you really are!]

I desperately wanted to tell Mr. Shaw that I didn't send any of these messages.

I was already dead!

How could a dead person send messages?

Because his beloved pure love was being insulted, Mr. Shaw was truly angry.He gritted his teeth and said:

"You'd better stop these clumsy tricks! Even if Scarlett loses her legs, I'll take care of her for life since she's my wife!"

"Once Serena is discharged, I'll take Scarlett to the best rehabilitation center. I'll make sure she can live without any disabilities!"

Britta sneered, her voice choked with tears as she enunciated each word: "Captain Shaw, stop acting! I'm afraid Scarlett is disgusted down there!"

Hearing this, Mr. Shaw suddenly flew into a rage.

He grabbed his phone and dialed the number that sent the message.

"Do you really want me to expose the truth in front of you?"

The call connected, but there was no sound on the other end.

Mr. Shaw roared: "Scarlett, speak up! If you keep playing tricks, I'll divorce you!"

I tugged at the corner of my mouth indifferently.

No need to mention divorce, you're already a widower.

Britta was also thoroughly enraged. She pulled out the death certificate and slapped it in Mr. Shaw's face.

"Open your damn eyes and take a good look! This is Scarlett's death report, with your mother's signature at the bottom!"

Britta's lips trembled with anger as she pointed at Mr.Shaw spoke each word deliberately:

"Take a good look! Scarlett's cause of death was massive bleeding due to a blood clotting disorder!"

"Mr. Shaw, Scarlett died because you sawed off her leg. You're the murderer!"

Mr. Shaw's face darkened as he snatched up the crumpled death certificate.