Chapter 532
Though Be’s mother still passed away in the end, it was undeniable that her life had been extended
by a year with Celeste’s help. It was one more year of a happy childhood that Be had with her mother
by her side.
Muchter, when Be lost the baby she had with Justin, it was
Celeste who stayed by her side the whole time and took care of her like a mother would.
Gradually, Be stopped resenting her.
She was not heartless, so how could she not be moved?
Who would hate someone who had been genuinely good to her twenty years? Even her mother had
never hated Celeste, so there w no need for her to hold onto that resentment.
“Aunt Celeste, just go along with Wyatt’s wishes.”
Be hugged Celeste’s arm like she was Celeste’s biological daughter and smiled softly. “It’s not just
what Wyatt wants. It’s what I want, too. You’ve never had a proper birthday celebration for the past
twenty years and actually… I’ve always felt bad about it.”
“What are you saying, you silly girl?”
Celeste looked at her with shocked, wide eyes. “I’m the one who doesn’t like big celebrations. It’s got
nothing to do with you!”
“Then just think of it as if you’re fulfilling a small wish of mine and let us hold a birthday party for you,
okay?”
Justin interrupted Steven. “At the very least, I want her toe here and devote herself to taking care
of me this time.”
What?!
Steven was so angry that his eyes had turned red. His knuckles had turned white from being clenched
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so tightly.
Anyone else might have the right to make a request of Be, but not Justin! He was too shameless!
“That’s right!”
He’s been in so much pain every day that he can’t eat or sleep well. He even coughed up some blood
early this morning! Every day, I fear that he won’t wake up! It’s practically inhumane of Ms. Thompson
to treat her savior like this!”
Justin’s eyebrow twitched as he thought to himself thatn had been too dramatic.
Steven gritted his teeth. Saying nothing further, he left the hospital ward.
When the door closed, Justin, who was sitting tall as if he were looking down on others from the moral
high ground, slumped, and his eyes dulled.
Suddenly, he bent forward and spat up a mouthful of blood.