My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Fillip is not a doctor, but he still knows a lot of common sense.

He knew that with advanced uterine cancer, there would be intermittent bleeding and especially no conjugal sex.

Every time he had sex with Lucy during this recent period, there would be visible blood marks on the bed sheets.

At that time, he even thought it was Lucy who had done something shameless again, and even, he had hurt her

with the most vicious words, thinking she was dirty.

In fact, she's not dirty, she's not getting a fix of her hymen to please anyone, she's just sick.

She was sick, why didn't she tell him?

No, even if we told him, it would be useless.

He would not believe her, and tonight, she said she was in pain, she was having a hard time, she also said she was

sick, and he still didn't believe half of it!

Fillip pressed hard on his heart. Why does it hurt so much!

Before he could properly soothe the pain in his heart, Freya's voice, tinged with obvious sarcasm, reached his ears.

"Fillip, Lucy will get this disease, and perhaps, it has something to do with you!"

"You had her baby forcibly aborted."

"You got a doctor that treated her badly and didn't give her a clean shave."

"Although that miscarriage was not the direct cause of Lucy's illness, it did, to a certain extent, increase the

chances of her getting sick."

Not every woman who has had a miscarriage or unclean shave will get uterine cancer or cervical cancer or

whatever, but having a miscarriage or unclean shave does increase the chances of getting these diseases.

Lucy is one of those unlucky few.

Fillip looked at Freya, standing in a daze, and every word she said was a sentence to his soul.

He dreaded to think that he would be the one who indirectly killed her!

If he had known that she would get this damn disease since he had let someone forcibly abort their child, he would

not have killed their child himself in the first place, even if Regina had cried herself to death!

Fillip was in a daze.

How could he have been such a bastard that year, killing their own child because of Regina's words?

Regret?

He actually regretted it all along.

At the time, because of his disgust at being forced to marry Lucy, Fillip wanted to make her hurt in a million ways.

Taking away her baby was to make her hurt more.

But when he saw the bloody piece of meat that the doctor brought out of the operating theatre, he regretted it

then.

Only he was so proud that no matter how much he regretted it, he would only say that it was Lucy who deserved it

and that he had never expected that child.

Only he knew in his own mind how many times he had woken up in midnight dreams.

Again and again he dreamed of the baby calling out to him as daddy, and he asked, "Daddy, why don't you want

me?

Every time, he couldn't help but shed tears. He opened his eyes and wanted to hug Lucy, but in the end, all the

tenderness still turned out to be worse for her.

"Actually, Lucy doesn't have to die so soon."

Freya's voice continued, "When Lucy found out she had the disease, it was already advanced, but as long as she

cooperated with the treatment, she could still make it until your birthday."

Freya smiled bitterly and continued, "Advanced uterine cancer is the most taboo to do conjugal things, especially,

when you have physically harmed her."

"Fillip, it was you who hastened Lucy's death."

Fillip's expression hurt to the point of trance.

His birthday is nearly two months away.

In other words, she had, in fact, two months to live, but because of the harm he had done to her time and again,

her beautiful life had withered away prematurely.

Yes, tonight, his fist landed hard on her belly.

So frightening marks, he thought, just to make her sore, but she was very sick, it was killing her!

And, when he left the villa tonight, he pushed her away viciously.

He saw it, her stomach hitting the corner of the table hard, her face crumpled in pain, her body wincing.

How much it should have hurt her then!

She was in too much pain, so she never wanted to wake up again!

"Lucy, I'm the one who got you killed."

The heavy smell of blood spread in Fillip's throat as he bent his face down and looked fondly at Lucy's face.

The corners of her lips were gently upturned; did she feel that death, for her, was a relief?

Or is it a relief to leave him?

Lucy, how could you want to leave me!

Seeing a piece of paper with several lines of writing on the table, Fillip knew that those were the last words left to

him by Lucy.

He hastily grabbed the piece of paper, the writing on which was messy and hard to read, not at all like Lucy's

usually graceful and elegant script.

It is clear that she wrote these lines in a moment of extreme distress.

"Fillip, thank you for being willing to marry me in the first place."

"Fillip, you will become the greatest costume designer in the world."

"Fillip, I'm sorry for ruining your love and dominating you for so long."

"Fillip, may you and Regina grow old together."

"Fillip, bury me next to my mother, I have dominated you for so long, so I want to set you free."

Fillip was in so much distress that he couldn't sit on the bed to steady himself. She wished him and Regina a long life

together.

How could she wish him and Regina to grow old together!

She also said that she was sorry for him, when it was clear that he was the one who had made the mistake.

She also wanted to set him free.

Fillip grabbed his heart hard. Lucy, how could you, even in death, not want to be buried with me! You're not setting

me free, but you're killing my heart!

This heart, which has stopped beating along with you, can't get free!

"Lucy, don't you dare leave me! You can only be buried with me! You can only be buried with me!"

Fillip said over and over, spellbound.

Thinking of the phone call Lucy had made to him just now when he was over at Regina, Fillip was particularly eager

to hear her voice again.

His phone call was recorded, and with a trembling hand he found the call he had just made and tapped on it.

He thought that he could hear Lucy's soft voice, that he would hear her say, Fillip, come home, okay?

In that way, he would not hesitate to say to her, Lucy, I'm going home, and every night from now on, I'll come

home as soon as I can from work and stay with you.

However, when he clicked on the call recording, what he heard was not Lucy's voice, but Regina's voice.

"Fillip, slow down ......"

There is a lot of deliberate sound created by Regina.

Fillip's face paled completely, and after a long, long time, he heard Lucy say in that relieved and self-deprecating

voice.

"It's pretty good."