Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

Chapter 332 Stop It, OK?

Mr. Fletcher glanced at Zachariah, sighing. He took out a piece of paper and handed over to him, “This is Cora’s suicide note. She would have made it if we didn’t come to see her in the hospital. Anyway, she loves you so much, and you can read it.”

Zachariah took the paper, reading with uglier and uglier look on his face.

The note told, This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

‘Zachariah, I love you so much. I cannot bear there is someone else in your heart. I am so afraid that you will fall in love with someone and abandon me. So I choose to kill myself so that you can keep me in mind forever. If my death can earn a place for me in your heart, I think I make it.

Yesterday night, I called you, and it was answered by that woman. She said that you have admitted that you love her. You just revenged me for leaving you before. You were deliberately kind to me. When I totally fall head over heels in love with you, you will abandon and leave me. I was not supposed to believe in that, but that woman showed me a voice message, which recorded your words to her. You said that you don’t love me anymore five years later. You revenge me by playing with me.

I am so sad to hear that. I cannot face that you don’t love me, so I decide to bring my life to an early end, with a purpose that you can remember me in a lifelong time out of guilty.

Zachariah, will you remember me forever if I am dead?

I don’t believe that you don’t love me anymore. I had dreamed that I married you in a beautiful wedding dress. But I cannot make it, because I am dying.

Zachariah, will you marry me if there is another life? You had promised that you would marry no one except me. I cannot believe that five years can make you break your words. You not only marry another woman, you also have a baby with her.

I am so jealous. Zachariah, if there is a next life, how about loving me only?’

The note was short, but every word showed her deep love and possessiveness to him

Reading, shock flashed in Zachariah’s eyes. He was a little scared of such Cora.

Nobody would like to be threatened by his or her partner with life.

He thought it horrible that a woman made a man remember her forever by suicide.

With complicated feelings, Zachariah didn’t believe the words on the note, which he never said to Ophelia.

Then why did she leave such a suicide note? Just make him misunderstand Ophelia?

The cute woman who used to be occasionally capricious had disappeared, and she was scheming now, trying so hard to play good.

Mr. Fletcher tapped him on his shoulder, “Zachariah, don’t feel depressed, and it’s Cora’s fault this time.”

Mrs. Fletcher pulled Mr. Fletcher, “Bradwen Fletcher, I will get you in trouble if you scold Cora again.”

Helplessly, he said nothing more.

The happy family before had gone now thanks to Mrs. Fletcher.

She pulled Mr. Fletcher away, walking to Zachariah, “I get one thing straight here. If Cora is rescued from death, you have to marry her. I have only one daughter and I will never allow another such thing to happen. You can say no, but with the cost of your woman and baby.”

Zachariah’s face darkened completely.

“Mrs. Fletcher, you are threatening me?”

Mrs. Fletcher said savagely, “No, I am not threatening, I am fighting for my daughter. I am a mother, who can do everything for her child.”

Mr. Fletcher sighed, and pulled Mrs. Fletcher, saying in a low voice, “Stop it, OK?”

Mrs. Fletcher snorted, looking at Mr. Fletcher as if he was a stranger. “Bradwen Fletcher, I see you for what you are now. You love Helena, so you show her son great indulgence. You ever care nothing about your daughter in the operation room. You don’t deserve being a husband and a father.”

Mr. Fletcher was helpless, “You are losing senses now, so I am not arguing about that.”

Mrs. Fletcher insistently complained, with a twisted face, “Bradwen Fletcher, you are guilty, right? You are scared that Zachariah will figure it out the affair between you and Helena and know that you are a hypocrite.” Mrs. Fletcher taunted.

“Enough!” Mr. Fletcher shouted.

Mrs. Fletcher laughed, looking hysterical.

“You are guilty, aren’t you?”