Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 136: Chapter 136
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After Camden was rushed into surgery, Marlow collapsed to the floor in exhaustion.
Her clothes were soaked with Camden's blood—a stark reminder of how much he cared for her.
Marlow squeezed her eyes shut, forcibly suppressing her grief and anxiety.
Camden's injuries were severe; the surgery would take at least five or six hours. Marlow knew she couldn't just wait passively.
She went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. The shock of the cold revived her focus, and her gaze once again turned resolute.
Marlow walked to Room 317 and pushed open the door.
Gregory had been partially paralyzed since his stroke. He appeared to have aged at least a decade—the once arrogant, vicious middle-aged man now had white hair and a withered appearance.
Marlow approached the bed, looking down at him with cold detachment.
"Seeing you still alive is quite disappointing."
Gregory glared furiously, making unintelligible angry sounds as saliva dripped onto his pillow.
He couldn't move a single part of his body—practically a living corpse.
Marlow's pupils reflected not a trace of warmth, only the purest hatred.
She scoffed, her lips curling into a sharp, cold smile. "Jade was killed by Liam, and you're incapacitated. With no one left to fight me for the company, how boring my life will be."
Her tone dripped with extreme sarcasm. Gregory's guttural noises grew louder, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Marlow responded by slapping him across the face.
Just then, several police officers entered, displaying their badges. "Gregory Reynolds is suspected of the premeditated murder of Victoria. We're taking him in for questioning."
Marlow froze momentarily, then let out a bitter laugh.
Twenty years ago, Gregory had subjected Evelyn to nearly sadistic abuse just to marry Victoria. Twenty years later, he had killed Victoria with his own hands.
How absurdly ironic!
As the police took Gregory away, Marlow suddenly stepped forward and whispered in his ear:
"Don't worry, Dad. I'll make sure you're well taken care of—just as you did for my mother."
Her voice was as cold as if it had risen from hell itself. Gregory immediately turned ashen with fear.
After everyone had left, Marlow gazed at the empty hospital room, suddenly feeling as if everything had come full circle.
Jade and Victoria were dead, Liam was confined to a detention hospital ward, Gregory had been taken away for investigation, and Charlie's case was still under active investigation.
The tension that had been pulling at her for so long suddenly dissipated like smoke in the wind.
Marlow felt like crying but couldn't bring herself to shed tears. She leaned against the wall as she made her way out.
When she reached the end of the corridor, sunlight poured over her like water. The brightness made her squint.
In that moment, Marlow realized—her entire world had finally brightened.
Five hours later, Camden's surgery concluded successfully, and he was transferred to the ICU.
The doctor said he had narrowly escaped death and would surely have good fortune ahead.
Marlow was overwhelmed with gratitude and busied herself with his care.
A week later, Camden's condition improved, and he was moved to a regular ward for observation.
As Marlow moistened his lips with a damp cotton swab, she murmured, "Wake up soon. When you do, I have something to tell you."
She wanted Camden to know that she loved him too, just as much as he loved her.
Looking at Camden's unresponsive form, Marlow's eyes reddened once again.
In the evening, she drove to the cemetery and found Evelyn's grave.
The slate-gray sky still held traces of sunset glow, and when the wind blew, it carried the scent of flowers.
Marlow gazed silently at her mother's photograph, tears falling without warning as flower petals drifted into her palm with the breeze.
She shed all her hardened layers, transforming back into the little girl who once nestled in her mother's embrace. Leaning against the cold tombstone, she sobbed.
"Mom... I finally got justice..."
Twenty years of grievances and suffering dissolved into nothing in that moment.
She cried for a long time. When her emotions gradually settled, she wiped away her tears and said, "Mom, I've met a wonderful man. When he recovers, I'll bring him to meet you."
Thinking of Camden, Marlow's lips curved into a small smile.
She believed her mother would have liked Camden too.
Only when the city lights began to illuminate did Marlow return to the hospital.
But when she pushed open the door to Camden's room, she froze in place, her mind going blank.
The hospital bed was completely empty.
Camden... had vanished?
Her clothes were soaked with Camden's blood—a stark reminder of how much he cared for her.
Marlow squeezed her eyes shut, forcibly suppressing her grief and anxiety.
Camden's injuries were severe; the surgery would take at least five or six hours. Marlow knew she couldn't just wait passively.
She went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. The shock of the cold revived her focus, and her gaze once again turned resolute.
Marlow walked to Room 317 and pushed open the door.
Gregory had been partially paralyzed since his stroke. He appeared to have aged at least a decade—the once arrogant, vicious middle-aged man now had white hair and a withered appearance.
Marlow approached the bed, looking down at him with cold detachment.
"Seeing you still alive is quite disappointing."
Gregory glared furiously, making unintelligible angry sounds as saliva dripped onto his pillow.
He couldn't move a single part of his body—practically a living corpse.
Marlow's pupils reflected not a trace of warmth, only the purest hatred.
She scoffed, her lips curling into a sharp, cold smile. "Jade was killed by Liam, and you're incapacitated. With no one left to fight me for the company, how boring my life will be."
Her tone dripped with extreme sarcasm. Gregory's guttural noises grew louder, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Marlow responded by slapping him across the face.
Just then, several police officers entered, displaying their badges. "Gregory Reynolds is suspected of the premeditated murder of Victoria. We're taking him in for questioning."
Marlow froze momentarily, then let out a bitter laugh.
Twenty years ago, Gregory had subjected Evelyn to nearly sadistic abuse just to marry Victoria. Twenty years later, he had killed Victoria with his own hands.
How absurdly ironic!
As the police took Gregory away, Marlow suddenly stepped forward and whispered in his ear:
"Don't worry, Dad. I'll make sure you're well taken care of—just as you did for my mother."
Her voice was as cold as if it had risen from hell itself. Gregory immediately turned ashen with fear.
After everyone had left, Marlow gazed at the empty hospital room, suddenly feeling as if everything had come full circle.
Jade and Victoria were dead, Liam was confined to a detention hospital ward, Gregory had been taken away for investigation, and Charlie's case was still under active investigation.
The tension that had been pulling at her for so long suddenly dissipated like smoke in the wind.
Marlow felt like crying but couldn't bring herself to shed tears. She leaned against the wall as she made her way out.
When she reached the end of the corridor, sunlight poured over her like water. The brightness made her squint.
In that moment, Marlow realized—her entire world had finally brightened.
Five hours later, Camden's surgery concluded successfully, and he was transferred to the ICU.
The doctor said he had narrowly escaped death and would surely have good fortune ahead.
Marlow was overwhelmed with gratitude and busied herself with his care.
A week later, Camden's condition improved, and he was moved to a regular ward for observation.
As Marlow moistened his lips with a damp cotton swab, she murmured, "Wake up soon. When you do, I have something to tell you."
She wanted Camden to know that she loved him too, just as much as he loved her.
Looking at Camden's unresponsive form, Marlow's eyes reddened once again.
In the evening, she drove to the cemetery and found Evelyn's grave.
The slate-gray sky still held traces of sunset glow, and when the wind blew, it carried the scent of flowers.
Marlow gazed silently at her mother's photograph, tears falling without warning as flower petals drifted into her palm with the breeze.
She shed all her hardened layers, transforming back into the little girl who once nestled in her mother's embrace. Leaning against the cold tombstone, she sobbed.
"Mom... I finally got justice..."
Twenty years of grievances and suffering dissolved into nothing in that moment.
She cried for a long time. When her emotions gradually settled, she wiped away her tears and said, "Mom, I've met a wonderful man. When he recovers, I'll bring him to meet you."
Thinking of Camden, Marlow's lips curved into a small smile.
She believed her mother would have liked Camden too.
Only when the city lights began to illuminate did Marlow return to the hospital.
But when she pushed open the door to Camden's room, she froze in place, her mind going blank.
The hospital bed was completely empty.
Camden... had vanished?
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