CEO's Reborn Wife

"Mother, that’s my child, my poor child! I’ve already stopped fighting with her, stopped competing with her, haven’t I done enough? Haven’t I done enough?" Jillian Carter shouted through tears.

"Enough! Utter nonsense!"

"Jillian Carter! Haven’t you had enough!"

Suddenly, two angry roars echoed through the ward.

One from Granny Carter, who could no longer stand to listen.

And the other, surprisingly, came from Joseph Shaw, supporting Old Sir Carter.

"Jillian Carter, saying these things, does your conscience not sting?" Joseph Shaw released Old Sir Carter and walked step by step towards the sickbed.

At this moment, he was as cold as ice.

The expression on his face was terrifyingly grim.

Faced with Jillian Carter’s anguish over losing her child, he showed no compassion.

Not even a little.

All he had was despair towards Jillian Carter.

"Jillian Carter, I really don’t know how I can save you anymore. Jillian Carter, tell me, how can I still save you!"

Joseph Shaw shook Jillian Carter’s shoulders forcefully, nearly frenzied.

"Ah! Jillian Carter! Tell me, what am I, Joseph Shaw, supposed to do?"

Joseph Shaw released Jillian Carter and stepped back two steps, yelling angrily, "You know it as well—this was our child, our first child. But you, you Jillian Carter, tell me, what has become of your heart? Why were you so ruthless as to personally kill your own child?"

"Jillian Carter, tell me! How could you do it!" Joseph Shaw’s eyes were bright red, a tear falling from the corner as he closed them in despair.

Yes.

It’s despair.

"That was my child too, Jillian Carter, when you made these decisions, did you ever think of asking me? Did you ever think of me? Did you ever, even for one second, consider me?"

Joseph Shaw opened his eyes and held onto the bedside.

Many times, the truth of things is just too heavy.

"Joseph Shaw, what do you mean? What do you mean I personally killed my own child?" Jillian Carter retaliated, "Joseph Shaw, it was Jane Sampson, it was that vile woman Jane Sampson, not me!"

"Are you still lying?" Joseph Shaw slowly clenched his hand resting on the bedside into a fist.

"Jillian Carter, do you think your plan this time was flawless? Do you think you can fool everyone?" Joseph Shaw laughed at himself coldly, "Jillian Carter, am I forever unable to warm your heart? No matter how hard I try, how much I strive to warm it, you are always unmoved. That’s why you could so effortlessly kill my child?"

"Jillian Carter, didn’t I tell you not to take people for fools, and not to think too highly of yourself? Do you think this drama you directed and acted in—where Jane Sampson pushed you and caused you to lose the child—was flawless?"

Joseph Shaw laughed mockingly, "Do you think everyone will be deceived by the truth you’ve fabricated?"

"Joseph Shaw, what do you mean?" Jillian Carter panicked inexplicably, she questioned loudly, "Joseph Shaw, you are my husband! You are my husband!"

"I am! But I also am not! Have you ever treated me as your husband? Am I in your heart? No, I’ve never been, and that’s why you can unscrupulously use my child’s life as a tool for your schemes! Jillian Carter, you are the most terrifying vile woman I, Joseph Shaw, have ever met!"

Joseph Shaw roared, "Even a tiger won’t eat its cub, and you! Jillian Carter! What about you!"