Chapter 50
“Anne Anne!” Angeline croaked out softly, throat clogged with pain.
Tears finally flowed freely from her eyes. “Anne!”
Angeline clutched onto Anne’s arm, crying. “You promised you’d make me beef stew and meatballs!”
She didn’t want Ned anymore. She really didn’t want him anymore. She only wanted Anne to come back to life.
Zachary’s eyes reddened as he stood outside the morgue listening to Angeline sob her heart out. He rarely ever saw her cry when they grew up together.
Angeline didn’t even cry when she woke up from her coma only to hear that her beloved Ned had amnesia and lost his past memories. Angeline had only wiped her tears away and said she would make Ned regain his
memories.
She had never had such a terrible breakdown.
Zachary had thought Angeline was as cold and distant as others said and that she was able to calmly deal
with whatever obstacles she faced.
Zachary waited outside the morgue for nearly two hours until the sounds of crying ceased from within. Only
then did he go to the door and push it open just the slightest, peeking in.
Angeline was sitting beside Anne who lay on the table, her hair frizzy and eyes reddened. She was pressing
Anne’s stiff hand against her cheek and appeared dazed. It seemed like Angeline had grown numb to the
entire situation.
Zachary was about to enter the morgue when he heard Ingrid’s voice coming from the elevator.
“Speak nicely later when you see Angie. Anne was her adoptive mother, you shouldn’t have pushed her no
matter what…”
Ingrid had heard that Angeline was here at the hospital, so she’d come with Ned, who was boasting a cast
around his arm.
Ned appeared irritated. He shook his arm that had a cast around it. “I wouldn’t have fractured my arm if I wasn’t trying to save Anne. Wasn’t it only natural for me to push her away when she tried to grab me?”
“Ned Fletcher!” Ingrid stopped in her steps and glared at Ned. “Anne got into a car accident because of that
and died!”
Ned’s lips were pulled tight. He would’ve retorted immediately in the past. He wasn’t the one who caused the
car to swerve onto the sidewalk.
But maybe it was the faint feeling of guilt Ned felt after drugging Angeline the other night or knowing that she would’ve taken her life if she hadn’t met him all those years ago. That had led Ned to understand why Angeline was so persistent with him. The reason behind it wasn’t as unpleasant as he thought.
Ned, for once, didn’t retort to Ingrid’s words.
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“Alright, fine…” Ned softened up upon seeing Ingrid’s stern expression. He pinched her cheek and said, “I
know. Don’t get upset.”
“Stop that!” Ingrid grabbed Ned’s left hand, pulled him, and walked forward.
When she spotted Zachary standing outside the morgue, she asked, “Why aren’t you inside with Angie?”
“Angle said she wanted to be on her own.” Zachary gently shut the morgue door. He glanced at Ned, saying hesitatingly, “I’ve never seen her so upset.”
Ned paused in his steps and frowned.
“Go back to your ward, Ned,” Zachary said in a hushed tone. “If Angie finds out you were the one who pushed Anne, I’m afraid…”
“Don’t go too far, Zachary Stone!” Ned couldn’t contain his rage. He sneered, “It was Angeline’s adoptive mother who wanted to grab me. I didn’t shove her in the path of the car nor was I the one who drove it onto the sidewalk! Why is everyone making it sound like her death was my fault?”
“The car wouldn’t have struck Anne if you hadn’t pushed her!” Ingrid raised her voice as if angry at Ned for not
admitting to his mistake.
The morgue door opened all of a sudden.
