"My child...my child..."

Pamela stood up and walked towards the little child. Bending down, she saw her hands covered in blood, and she hastily tried to wipe them off on her clothes.

But the more she wiped, the more blood there seemed to be.

"Give me back my mom...give me back my mom..."

The child's voice sounded again. Pamela looked up to see the child’s eyes, red from crying, when he was looking at Dora, and the anger and hatred when he looked at her.

Then she remembered, this was the child she once didn't want.

Her child considered Dora as his mother?

No, it shouldn't be this way...

She picked up her pace, wanting to run to the child. She wanted to embrace him, to tell him, she was indeed his mother...

But, there was no such opportunity anymore.

"Bang!" The sound of a gunshot resonated. A bullet passed through her chest. She cocked her head to see a dark figure not far away.

And now that dark figure was walking towards the child.

"No...not allowed! No! No!" Pamela screamed, her eyes widening in horror.

"Bang!"

The gunshot echoed once more.

Pamela opened her mouth wide, unable to make a sound. Her body couldn't support her anymore, she couldn't move forward, and the next second, she collapsed on the ground...

In her last moment of life, she saw Brandon again.

Six years ago, he pleaded nearly desperately, "This is our first child..."

"Pamela, please keep him... please..."

Brandon was the king of the northern business world, proud and noble in his life, yet he was nearly humble when he pleaded with her at that time. She only trusted Donald back then and was extremely repulsed by Brandon, no matter what he said, she was always very resistant.

So she refused him without a shred of mercy.

As she closed her eyes, she took one last look at that child.

Brandon, this is all retribution, isn't it?

To lose everything is the punishment from the heavens.

Brandon, my dear husband... I realize my mistake, I truly do. I'm willing to give birth to that child, and stay by your side forever.

Brandon, please come back...come back!

If there is a next life, if...

...there is a next life...

After Pamela lost consciousness, she didn't completely fall into chaos, but instead felt a strong dizziness.

"No!"

Pamela's eyes snapped open amid a scream. She was dizzy, her vision still blurred.

"Do you dislike me so much?"

This familiar voice?

Then, the person growled, "I will never let you go! Even if you despise me, you'll never get away from me in this lifetime!"

This voice!

It was Brandon!

He forcefully grabbed her wrist, the pain becoming more and more intense, which sobered her little by little. She tried hard to recognize the man on top of her.

"Brandon!"

Overwhelming joy hit her heart, and tears uncontrollably started to trickle.

Seeing the originally stubborn her tears-streaked face, rationality returned to the man, no longer wanting to continue hurting her.

He tried to prop his body up to stand, yet, the woman beneath him hugged his neck, "Don't go, don't go..."

With that, she kissed him squarely on his lips.

The sweet scent of the young woman instantly ignited the man's suppressed desire, and his remaining rationality also collapsed...