As I was being rushed onto the operating table, I clearly heard his conversation with his friend.
"David, isn't this a bit too much?"
"Come on, everyone in our circle knows Annes is allergic to sleeping pills. Back when you were chasing her, you even posted about it on social media and warned everybody."
"You're actually going to use this on her? How is this any different from killing your wife for insurance money?"
David let out a cold laugh, his voice laced with hatred and resentment.
"So what? She always looked down on me, acting like she was better than everyone. That child is mine, yet she insisted on giving them her last name—humiliating me in front of the whole world."
"Her dying is perfect. She was the only heir to The Brassies anyway—sooner or later, it’s all coming to me. Besides, Ellie just found out she’s pregnant a few days ago. Now I can finally bring her back and make her the rightful lady of The Brassies."
Memories from my past life flooded my mind and instantly numb my body to coldness. I shivered, the fear coursed from my head to toe.