With great effort, Shirley lifted her hand and grabbed the nail clipper on the nightstand.
‘Addy, mom, dad, Cathy, and my unborn child, I’m coming to repent my sins. Please wait for me…’
Shirley thought in her heart and placed the nail clipper on her wrist. She closed her eyes and made up her mind to die.
However, when she was about to move the nail clipper across her wrist, the door of the room was pushed open.
Shirley opened her eyes, and through her dazed and tearful eyes, she saw Carter’s gloomy and icy face.
When she looked at the approaching Carter, Shirley tightened her grip around the nail; her eyes shone with annoyance and repulsion.
“Carter, why do you keep haunting me?” A look of disgust appeared on Shirley’s face.
The more she had loved Carter back then, the more she hated him now.
Carter, with a cold expression, walked toward the side of the bed.
Carter towered over her and like a monarch overlooking his land, he peered at Shirley from above.
“Shirley, I have a whole new level of respect for you now,” Carter said, his words heavy with implication. He then lifted his hand and threw Shirley’s notebook next to Shirley.
Shirley did not understand what he meant, but she recognized her notebook.
“Do you remember what this is?” Carter parted his thin lips and asked.
His tone and gaze were frigid. He looked as if he was trying to suppress his exploding rage.
Of course, Shirley had not forgotten. This was the notebook she had used to jot down the data when she developed the anti-toxoid test reagent for AXP69.
However, Shirley’s gaze darkened immediately.
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