You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

If these two words.

It is the sharpest poison in the world.

It is specifically designed to punish those fools who are ungrateful for their good fortune and smash priceless treasures with their own hands.

A mournful sobbing sound was stuck in his parched throat.

They can't even piece together a complete sentence.

The incandescent light bulbs in the prison ward emitted a faint crackling sound due to unstable voltage.

The stark white light shone on that face, which was already emaciated.

It seemed particularly eerie.

The old vital signs monitor by the bedside.

The green line on the screen is flattening out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The numbers kept jumping down.

No nurses came to check on the patients, and no prison guards lingered outside the door.

Most of the prisoners in the intensive care unit are marginalized people who have been abandoned by their families and can only wait to die here.

Who would care about a female prisoner who is about to die from multiple organ failure?

Lin Qinghan was panting heavily.

Like a fish thrown onto a dry riverbed, desperately trying to breathe in a little oxygen.

A tearing sound, like a broken bellows, came from the alveoli.

Every breath was accompanied by a dull, exploding pain deep within my chest.

She knew her time was running out.

The icy feeling of life force being slowly drained away through the pores.

It had spread from the soles of my feet all the way up to my chest.

She loosened her grip on the sheets.

Those hands that once signed contracts worth hundreds of millions and wore pigeon-egg diamond rings.

Now he's so thin that all that's left is a layer of old skin covered in brown spots, loosely wrapping around his bones.

Due to lack of nutrition, the nails curl and split, hiding black dirt that cannot be washed off.

She struggled to turn her stiff neck.

The cloudy, bloodshot eyes searched around the empty hospital room.

My gaze finally settled on the bedside table.

There, lay half a discarded form used to record prisoners' blood pressure.

There was also a broken ballpoint pen next to it, without even a cap.

She wanted to write something.

Even if that man never looks at her again in his entire life.

Even though she knew she no longer even had the right to have her name mentioned by him.

But if we don't dig out the volcano of regret that's been pressing down in our hearts...

Even if she dies, she will be burned by karmic fire in this endless darkness for all eternity.

She tremblingly extended her right hand.

His arms trembled violently in mid-air, unable to even hold up the thin sleeves of his hospital gown.

I finally managed to reach that ballpoint pen.

The moment the fingertips exerted force.

pat.

The pen tip drew a meaningless black line on the paper.

Due to prolonged bed rest, muscles atrophied.

She couldn't even hold the flimsy plastic pen.

"No……"

She was breathing heavily, and a frenzied madness blared from her eyes as she faced death.

His emaciated chest heaved violently.

She suddenly shoved her right index finger into her mouth.

Two rows of yellowed, loose teeth gripped the dry, shriveled skin on the fingertips tightly.

Hard.

Apply more force.

A strong, metallic taste of blood instantly filled my mouth.

Bright red blood beads gushed out from the bite wound.

She pulled her finger out.

He trembled as he pressed his still-bleeding index finger onto the half-piece of scrap paper.

Fresh blood came into contact with the rough paper surface.

A small patch of dark red mark instantly spread out.

She didn't write those disgusting and hypocritical pleas for mercy, nor did she write any nonsense about continuing their relationship in the next life.

She used every last bit of her life force, stroke by stroke.

A crooked, shocking line of blood was left on the paper.

"Chen Yuan".

I just wrote those two words.

Lin Qinghan's tears fell again, landing on the bloodstains and blurring the writing.

She used this name for five years.

At that time, his tone was full of condescending orders and undisguised disdain.

just now.

These two words, however, became a celestial being she could never even dream of touching.

"I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have abandoned you at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau for that swindler."

"I shouldn't have looked down on the smell of cooking oil on you, and I shouldn't have taken your sincerity for granted as charity."

Rubbing your fingers on the paper.

Because of blood loss and weakness, he wrote slowly.

Every stroke of the pen exudes a despair that penetrates to the very marrow of one's bones.

"The Lin family's current predicament is my own fault."

"I personally drove the dragon out of the house, destroying the Lin family's foundation along with my own life."

The excruciating pain in my stomach struck again.

This time, she didn't even have the strength to curl up.

She could only lie stiffly on the wooden bed, letting the pain tear her internal organs apart bit by bit.

My vision started to go black.

The pale white incandescent light overhead split into countless flickering spots of light in her eyes.

My wrist is getting heavier and heavier.

It was as if it were weighed down by a thousand-pound iron weight.

"I don't ask for your forgiveness, because I don't deserve it."

"I just hope..."

She gritted her teeth, desperately squeezing out the last bit of strength she had left before her death.

At the end of the paper, a final sentence was left.

"I just hope that you and she will never remember that there is a fool named Lin Qinghan in this world."

The last stroke is drawn.

My fingers completely lost their strength.

It slid limply off the edge of the bedside table.

With a "bang," it dangled outside the railing of the iron bunk bed.

Fresh blood dripped down his fingertips, drop by drop.

It crashed onto the dark cement floor.

That half-sheet of scrap paper, stained with blood, lay quietly on the bedside table.

The handwriting was distorted, carrying a chilling and ominous quality.

But Lin Qinghan's face showed a different expression the moment the letter was finished.

A strange, serene calm, as if a sense of liberation had been revealed.

Her mouth was wide open, and a final, faint gasp escaped from her parched throat.

Those bloodshot eyes stared blankly at the peeling lime ceiling.

The pupils begin to dilate and become unfocused.

The last glimpse of that man's reflection in her eyes vanished completely into the boundless darkness.

In the ward.

Except for her faint last heartbeat.

No more human emotions can be heard.

"drop------"

The old vital signs monitor by the bedside.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing mechanical siren rang out.

On the screen, those originally faint, undulating wavy lines.

At this moment.

It completely turned into a lifeless, undisturbed green straight line.

The long cry echoed in the empty underground ward.

No one was alerted, and no one shed a single tear for her.

A female CEO who once dominated the business world and stood at the top of Jianghai City's commercial pyramid.

She was once the arrogant woman who could trample on Chen Yuan's dignity at will.

In this cage that has no heating and smells of mildew.

This brought her life, filled with absurdity and self-inflicted suffering, to a complete end.

A gust of cold wind swept in through the half-open vent.

It blew onto the bedside table.

With a long "beep" sound, the blood-stained piece of paper slipped from her cold fingertips and floated onto the gray cement floor.