The Billionaire Heiress's Sweet Revenge
Language: en
Three days after my baby passed away, the hospital called, asking me to collect his belongings. Swallowing the bitter taste in my throat, I sent Adrian a Snapchat message. A FaceTime call popped up instead. Adrian’s voice came through, laced with impatient annoyance. "Elena, the overseas project is at a critical stage. Just go and pick up the belongings yourself." "Be good. It’s a small thing. You can handle it." I had no choice but to drive to the hospital alone. But on the registry list at the front desk, I froze. I saw Adrian’s name. And next to it, in the relationship column…