Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 952 The Last Night

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Chapter 952 The Last Night Kerry's words were straightforward. Catherine could tell she must have been confused for a long time.

Catherine smiled bitterly. Actually, she had felt frustrated in the past few weeks.

No one could listen to her. Kerry might be the only trustworthy one as she stayed in the villa.

Therefore, Catherine opened her heart to Kerry in the loneliness. "That's just one reason but not the major one." Kerry asked, "What's the major reason, then?" The topic raised a pang in Catherine's heart. She explained, "If | got rid of this baby, | would never be a mother again. | would never get pregnant for the rest of my life." Kerry felt sorry for her, wondering if she had struggled hard after getting pregnant.

"Kerry, before | go to jail, I'll leave my baby to you," Catherine said helplessly, stroking her belly gently, "I'll give you enough money." Then she looked around the villa and added, "Why don't you stay here without moving out? The villa will transfer to your name. Please help me raise my baby." Kerry didn't reply as she knew Ivan would have the final say about the baby, and she couldn't do anything.

However, Catherine still hadn't known the relationship between Kerry and Ivan.

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"Why?" Catherine was worried as Kerry didn't respond. "Are you unwilling to help me?" "I'm willing to help you," Kerry hurriedly consoled her, "You should rest well. Adjust your mood. Then your baby will be healthy." "lvan Marsh won't let go of me," Catherine muttered, curling her lips into a smile.

She said in self-mockery, "He must hate me to the core. He wishes | could go to jail immediately." Kerry knew love depended on fate.

Since Catherine had no fate with Ivan, she shouldn't be persistent. That was why Catherine had been hurt.

In a hospital ward.

Eloise had been lying on the bed for ten days. Her attending doctor checked up on her every day.

Her status worsened gradually, and she was not allowed to get off bed or go out.

She also had lost a lot of weight but was still persistent.

"Finnley still hasn't come..." Eloise muttered.

Her weak voice was full of despair, and she repeated the line the most every day.

Meanwhile, she sounded expectant, and the light gradually dimmed in her eyes. Sometimes, she repeated it while closing her eyes.

Watching the scene, Pierre and Madeline felt sharp pangs in their hearts.

"Excuse me, Doc." Pierre followed the attending doctor out of the ward. "How's my daughter doing? How long will she have?" As a father, he felt his heart was broken while asking such questions.

"I wonder if she could pass tonight," the doctor answered honestly, shaking his head. "It was too late when the cancer was detected. Therefore, one should have the health check annually." Pierre returned to the ward, staring at his daughter on the bed in anger and despair.

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"Mom... | want some water..." Eloise finally changed her words.

Madeline immediately poured some water for her. "OK. OK. Here you go." In another ward.

Finnley and Mya watched Shirley. Her attending doctor had just checked up on her. Shirley recovered well. It was wonderful that she had woken up.

Paula also arrived with some food. She insisted that dishes sold in the restaurants are not healthy.

After dinner, Shirley looked at her daughter and son-in-law and said, "Why don't you go back to visit Mr. and Mrs.

Russell? Don't watch me here. You've just got married, so you should go home often." "It's alright, Mom. We'll stay here with you." Finnley munched a piece of mushroom. Currently, he entirely focused on taking care of Shirley.

Mya echoed, "Don't worry about us, Mom. You should rest well. My parents-in-law are open-minded. They'll understand us." "| disagree. You should be polite," Shirley insisted, "I've woken up. Besides, Paula can take care of me. Don't worry. Go back and stay overnight. You can come to check on me tomorrow." "Mom..." "All right. I'm still lying on the bed. Do you have the heart to make me speak?" Shirley stared at Mya. "Speaking too much will also waste my energy. Go ahead. Be good."

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