Chapter 147

"Andy..." As Mayra walked closer, she saw Anderson, who was nearly 50 years old, still impeccably dressed in a suit. He was holding a decayed, skeletal corpse tightly. This corpse was none other than Mayra, who had been dead for many years. Mayra looked at him with the same sorrow in her eyes. When she saw the pain in Anderson's gaze, she couldn't help but lower her head in sadness. Why did she feel upset as well? "Andy, if you really cared about me, why did you give me away? Andy, are you crying? Are you sad because of me? "No, that's impossible. I harmed Isabel's unborn child; your only child. You said that it would have nothing to do with you even if I were to die outside. You wanted me to repent and atone. How could you possibly be looking for me?" When Mayra woke up, she was greeted by the unpleasant smell of disinfectant. Staring at the white ceiling, she wiped the tears from her eyes with an expressionless face. For a moment, she felt disoriented. It was just a dream. A