My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Freddie did not speak, his scarlet eyes held a deadly cool mockery.

He felt that Fillip's words were really particularly funny. Who was the culprit that Lucy would become like this?

He already knew roughly what happened between Lucy and Fillip from Freya's mouth, if Fillip hadn't forcibly aborted

her baby, if he hadn't hurt her again and again even after her terminal cancer, how could her heart have stopped

beating in her best years!

Freddie really wants to beat up Fillip, but right now, Lucy's body is still in the room, and he doesn't want her to face

endless arguments when she's all dead.

Lucy's body had been changed into a brand new outfit by Freya.

After death, a person's body slowly becomes stiff and at that point, it is not easy to change clothes.

So, no matter how uncomfortable Freya was, she still changed Lucy's clothes first.

Lucy had just gotten too messy on her and Freya wanted her to leave with dignity.

"Lucy!"

Freddie didn't say anything and Fillip didn't continue to talk nonsense to him as he stumbled and lunged to the side

of the bed, hugging Lucy's body hard.

He wished he could feel the powerful beating of her heart, he wished he could hear her voice even after he had

taken her into his arms.

He hoped to hear her say to him, as she always did, Fillip, you're back.

He wanted to see a light, ingratiating smile lift up on her face.

He knew that Lucy was the dream girl of countless men, the most characteristic beauty in the entertainment

industry. She was always cold and icy no matter who she was to, and only in front of him would she show her girl-

like adoration and ingratiation.

But Fillip did not hear Lucy's voice, nor did he feel the beating of her heart.

Her body is still warm, but her eyes will never open again.

She would no longer smile lightly and say to him, "Fillip, I have cooked your favorite meal, will you have something

to eat?

She wouldn't be gently hugging his arm, begging with a bit of unease, Fillip, tonight, don't you go to Regina, okay?

She would no longer just look at him with affection, her eyes as cold as frost with a depth of love that could not be

dissolved.

She will never again ......

"Lucy!"

Fillip shook Lucy's body hard. He told himself that she was only asleep and that she would wake up if he shouted her

name, but no matter how loudly he shouted for her, he shouted until his voice was hoarse, she still lay motionless in

his arms.

He could even feel clearly that her body, inch by inch, was becoming stiff and cold.

Fillip's heart was suddenly filled with indescribable trepidation.

He clutched Lucy's hand hard, he wanted to warm her body, but her body became stiff and cold. She had been

pestering him since she was 15, she had to pester him for life!

What's the point of her dying like that?

She's being irresponsible!

"Lucy, wake up!"

Fillip said to Lucy in a dreamy voice, "Lucy, wake up! I know you're just asleep! Wake up! As long as you wake up,

we'll be fine from now on. I won't look for Regina anymore, I won't stay out at night anymore, I'll stay with you

every day, watch the sunrise and sunset with you, watch the clouds roll in and out with you, okay?"

Fillip stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling as he caressed Lucy's face, her skin, as fine and smooth, only,

there was already a hint of coolness that caused his heart to twinge like a knife.

Life, at times, is really quite funny.

There are some people who are alive in the world and you feel nothing, but when she is gone, you feel that a

bloody hole has been dug out of your own fresh heart and it will never beat again.

Fillip looked at the motionless woman in his arms with red eyes, he could no longer feel the beating of her heart.

He had been reluctant to admit that he was actually attracted to Lucy, but no matter how much he deceived

himself, he had now understood.

He likes Lucy.

No, it's love.

He was cold and indifferent in nature, and rarely had that kind of compassionate heart. Back then, when he saw

how hard it was for Lucy after losing her mother and would give her a chocolate, he had, in fact, unknowingly fell in

love with her.

It's just that his love for Regina has become a habit, and he is so obsessed with pleasing her that he has forgotten

what it's like to have a pounding heart.

Later, he was forced by his family to marry her, and was even more hypnotically bored with her.

"Lucy, I don't hate you anymore, I won't be mean to you anymore, open your eyes, okay?"

Fillip gently stroked Lucy's brow and eyes, how he wished his fingertips brushed over her eyelids and she would

abruptly open her eyes and smile at him with arched eyebrows.

Fillip, I'm pretending to be dead to fool you!

I'm trying to trick you into going home!

Lucy, how I wish, you were lying to me.

Freya thought that Fillip only had Regina in his heart, and how could she have imagined that he would hold Lucy like

this, as if he was afraid that the most precious treasure in his arms would be snatched away.

Having loved, Freya could naturally see that Fillip was actually deeply in love with Lucy, only that it was too late for

him to understand his heart.

Freya couldn't help but sigh in her heart, if only, when Lucy was alive, Fillip could show her his heart, how great it

would be!

As he was lost in her own thoughts, Freya suddenly heard Fillip's heart-breaking voice, "How could she die! How

could she die!"

He was like questioning Freya and Freddie, but more like murmured, “Lucy, why do you leave me? You killed

yourself because you wanted to get back at me, didn't you? Lucy, who gave you permission to hurt yourself!"

Freya felt that it was quite sad that at this point in time, Fillip still thought that Lucy had committed suicide.

She knew that if Fillip knew that Lucy had died because she was sick, he would have felt even worse, but she didn't

pity Fillip, he had hurt Lucy so badly because of Regina, he deserved it no matter how hard he felt.

Besides, Fillip, as Lucy's husband, had the right to know the truth.

"Lucy didn't commit suicide." Seeing Fillip's body visibly stiffen, Freya continued anyway, "She died of uterine

cancer, late stage."

Something shattered inch by inch on Fillip's face, and he murmured lowly, his voice as hoarse as if it had been run

over by a wheel.

"Cancer, advanced stage ......"

"How can she have cancer! How could she have gotten that damn disease!"

Fillip's eyes were red, and he suddenly remembered that when he had tossed Lucy this evening, she had been

resisting.

She said that she was sick and she was having a hard time, but he thought she was lying, that she was keeping her

body for that man, and he was even harder on her in a fit of anger, and he never thought that she was really sick.

And, it's the kind of disease that kills her.