His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 22: Chapter 22
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Whitney's clothes were gripped so tightly that several people couldn't pry them loose.
She didn't want to damage the dress her mother had made for her, so she had to follow him into the ER.
The emergency doctor worked frantically to resuscitate Harrison while assistants chattered nearby:
"Ms. Collins, Mrs. Sterling collapsed from exhaustion preparing your birthday gift. He was just rushed here the day before yesterday, and now he's back again. His body can't take much more of this!"
"Mrs. Sterling was so good to you—how can you torture her beloved son like this? People should know gratitude!"
"Mrs. Sterling's shown enough sincerity trying to win you back. Why are you so heartless you won't give him any chance?"
"You used to love him SO much. Plus you have a child together—how pitiful for the kid to have no father!"
"My child has a father." Whitney cut off their discussion: "I'll handle my own affairs—you don't need to interfere."
Everyone exchanged glances and said no more.
Soon, Harrison came to, gripping Whitney's hand weakly: "Whit, don't go. Stay with me for five minutes, okay?"
"These two years without you, I couldn't sleep at all—I kept hearing you walking around the house. Sometimes I heard you watering flowers, sometimes I heard you busy in the kitchen. But every time I ran downstairs to find you, you were nowhere to be found."
Before, Whitney would've been heartbroken hearing him say this.
But now she felt nothing.
Turned out when you loved someone, you'd feel sorry for them and couldn't bear to see them cry.
When you didn't love them anymore, she just found Harrison's tears a heavy burden that made her want to flee.
She pushed him away, her voice cold: "I need to go home and put Camden to bed. Let me go."
"Our son needs you, and I need you too." Harrison hung his head pitifully, like an abandoned puppy: "Whit, I really can't live without your love. Please come back, okay?"
"Harrison!" Whitney's voice was icy: "Do you know Camden was born weighing only four and a half pounds and has a weak body?"
"He can't be without me!"
"Then come see me tomorrow, okay? Just one minute." Harrison took a coin from his wallet, looking at her hopefully: "You promised before that this could grant three wishes. I used one and have two left."
"Before doesn't mean now." Whitney carefully pulled her sleeve from his hand and strode away.
She rushed out of the emergency building.
She saw Xavier holding Camden, who was crying like crazy, reaching out with both arms trying to jump into her embrace as she took the child in her arms, patting his back softly: "Don't cry, baby. Mommy's here."
The child babbled a long string of complaints.
Whitney's heart ached as tears fell. She kissed the child's chubby cheeks repeatedly: "You're such a little guy but so clingy with Mommy. What are we gonna do when you're older? People will tease you."
"Sons are attached to their mothers." Xavier laughed: "Come on, let's go home."
"Wait up!" A voice came from nearby.
Whitney looked up to see Harrison operating a wheelchair, rushing over.
The man's hospital gown was buttoned wrong, his right hand with the pulled IV tube dripping water.
He struggled to hold up a yellow car for the child to see, his lips forming a smile: "Camden, I'm Daddy. I personally designed this Bumblebee car for you—it's yours to play with!"
The little guy stopped crying instantly, staring at the car with round eyes that flashed with amazement.
"Camden, come let Daddy hold you!" Harrison's dim eyes filled with joy, opening his arms with tears in his voice: "Daddy's such a bastard—you're two years old and I've never even held you. From now on I'll take you to preschool, teach you soccer, and make you an excellent Sterling heir!"
She didn't want to damage the dress her mother had made for her, so she had to follow him into the ER.
The emergency doctor worked frantically to resuscitate Harrison while assistants chattered nearby:
"Ms. Collins, Mrs. Sterling collapsed from exhaustion preparing your birthday gift. He was just rushed here the day before yesterday, and now he's back again. His body can't take much more of this!"
"Mrs. Sterling was so good to you—how can you torture her beloved son like this? People should know gratitude!"
"Mrs. Sterling's shown enough sincerity trying to win you back. Why are you so heartless you won't give him any chance?"
"You used to love him SO much. Plus you have a child together—how pitiful for the kid to have no father!"
"My child has a father." Whitney cut off their discussion: "I'll handle my own affairs—you don't need to interfere."
Everyone exchanged glances and said no more.
Soon, Harrison came to, gripping Whitney's hand weakly: "Whit, don't go. Stay with me for five minutes, okay?"
"These two years without you, I couldn't sleep at all—I kept hearing you walking around the house. Sometimes I heard you watering flowers, sometimes I heard you busy in the kitchen. But every time I ran downstairs to find you, you were nowhere to be found."
Before, Whitney would've been heartbroken hearing him say this.
But now she felt nothing.
Turned out when you loved someone, you'd feel sorry for them and couldn't bear to see them cry.
When you didn't love them anymore, she just found Harrison's tears a heavy burden that made her want to flee.
She pushed him away, her voice cold: "I need to go home and put Camden to bed. Let me go."
"Our son needs you, and I need you too." Harrison hung his head pitifully, like an abandoned puppy: "Whit, I really can't live without your love. Please come back, okay?"
"Harrison!" Whitney's voice was icy: "Do you know Camden was born weighing only four and a half pounds and has a weak body?"
"He can't be without me!"
"Then come see me tomorrow, okay? Just one minute." Harrison took a coin from his wallet, looking at her hopefully: "You promised before that this could grant three wishes. I used one and have two left."
"Before doesn't mean now." Whitney carefully pulled her sleeve from his hand and strode away.
She rushed out of the emergency building.
She saw Xavier holding Camden, who was crying like crazy, reaching out with both arms trying to jump into her embrace as she took the child in her arms, patting his back softly: "Don't cry, baby. Mommy's here."
The child babbled a long string of complaints.
Whitney's heart ached as tears fell. She kissed the child's chubby cheeks repeatedly: "You're such a little guy but so clingy with Mommy. What are we gonna do when you're older? People will tease you."
"Sons are attached to their mothers." Xavier laughed: "Come on, let's go home."
"Wait up!" A voice came from nearby.
Whitney looked up to see Harrison operating a wheelchair, rushing over.
The man's hospital gown was buttoned wrong, his right hand with the pulled IV tube dripping water.
He struggled to hold up a yellow car for the child to see, his lips forming a smile: "Camden, I'm Daddy. I personally designed this Bumblebee car for you—it's yours to play with!"
The little guy stopped crying instantly, staring at the car with round eyes that flashed with amazement.
"Camden, come let Daddy hold you!" Harrison's dim eyes filled with joy, opening his arms with tears in his voice: "Daddy's such a bastard—you're two years old and I've never even held you. From now on I'll take you to preschool, teach you soccer, and make you an excellent Sterling heir!"
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