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Chapter 3 

Shirley was put to sleep by him. 

My soul followed Robert, drifting in the hospital ward. 

Watching him take out his phone several times. 

Open my chat box. 

He said, “Don’t be angry.” 

I typed and then deleted the words. 

He inputted again, “Haven’t you calmed down yet?” 

Robert deleted it again. 

After thinking for a while, he coldly uttered a sentence. 

“Carissa, that’s enough.” 

After sending it, he paced in the corridor. 

I would occasionally turn on the phone screen. 

See if there was any response. 

If it were the usual, I would have replied instantly. 

Whenever Robert was willing to give me a way out, I would always receive his subtle hints and 

actively seek reconciliation. 

However, this time, the message sent by Robert never received a reply. 

How could a dead person reply to messages? 

My body is now in the morgue, unrecognizable and unclaimed. 

The mobile phone had long been destroyed in that explosion. 

Time passed by minute by minute. 

Robert’s face grew darker and darker. 

The telephone rang. 

His eyes brightened slightly, and he almost immediately pressed the answer button. 

He cleared his throat and his expression turned cold. 

“Carissa, do you know you were wrong?” 

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. “Mr. Griffin, today Mrs. Griffin was also present at the center-” 

Before the other person finished speaking, Robert interrupted, saying, “How come it’s you?” 

The other person’s words suddenly got stuck. 

The other person stuttered, “Mr. Griffin, it seems like Mrs. Griffin was also exploding…” 

Robert impatiently said, “There’s no need to talk about things that seem obvious. Figure out the situation first before speaking. Do I really need to teach you such a simple matter?” 

Not giving the other party a chance to speak again. 

He hung up the phone directly. 

recognized the voice on the phone, it was the restaurant manager I had hired. 

He was also there when I went to the restaurant. 

However, at that time, I sent someone out to purchase red bean paste from the north of the city. 

Luckily, he was fine. 

I floated down and got closer to Robert. 

He had a stern face, with his eyebrows tightly furrowed. 

I sighed. 

Robert, don’t you even have the patience to listen to news of my death?