Chapter 7 Let you know that

"Twinkle, twinkle, little stars..." A crisp and childish voice came from the side.

A five- or six-year-old boy sat obediently in the corner of the hospital entrance, humming the intermittent tune with his small face in his hands.

Shirley walked over and squatted down in front of him: "Little kid, why are you here alone? Where's your mother?"

The little boy also didn't afraid of stranger, and said softly, "My mother works as a cleaner in the hospital, and I am waiting for her to leave work."

"Then why don't you go in to wait?"

The little boy curled his lips sadly: "Being a cleaner is very tired, and my mother doesn't want me to see her hard work. Auntie, do you also work in the hospital?"

Shirley's heart melted, and he said softly: "No, auntie is sick. I came to see the doctor."

"It costs a lot of money to be sick!" There was a little cry in the boy's voice, and his eyes were red: "If I'm not sick, my mother won't have to work so hard to be a cleaner..."

Shirley didn't know how to comfort him.

She took out all the money in her purse and put it in the arms of the little boy: "Little kid, I give this money to you. You give it to your mother."

Those banknotes were about tens of thousands of dollars, and the little boy took it very hard: "Really, Auntie? Give it to me?"

She smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"But mom said, I can't take other people's things casually."

Shirley thought for a while, and said, "Then you can sing a song to the aunt, just the one you sang just now "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"."

The little boy nodded his head heavily.

"... Twinkle, twinkle, little star.Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky."

The little boy sang very seriously, straightened his back, and carried the money in his arms with difficulty, as if he was holding all hope.

On her way back, she seemed to have that lovely voice floating in her ears.

Money was really amazing.

It can save people or kill people.

For it, her mom and uncle can plan a car accident to kill her husband's parents; but she can also use money to save the poor mother and child.

When she returned to the villa, she saw a person standing at the door from a distance.

A woman.

She wore delicate light makeup, a pink skirt and black hair, and her voice was very sweet: "Hello Miss Smith, I am Sylvia."

She nodded: "Is there anything to do?"

Sylvia took out a red invitation from her handbag and handed it to her: "Sebastian and I are going to have a wedding in seven days. I want to invite you to it."

Shirley did not take it, and she chuckled, "Miss Baker is not afraid of me making trouble at your wedding banquet?"

"You won't," Sylvia smiled confidently: "Unless you don't want your son's life."

The smile on Shirley's face disappeared instantly: "How do you know..."

Even Sebastian didn’t know about his son. How could Sylvia know about it?

"Of course I know. When he was born, my mother delivered the baby." The smile on Sylvia's face increased. How poor he is. He was born with sepsis, he was in intensive care, never came out..."

"...Is you? My son got sick because of you..."

When her son was born with sepsis, she thought it was a medical accident!

But Sylvia actually said that the doctor who delivered the baby was her mother, so... sepsis was not an accident at all, but a human factor? !

Sylvia forced to put the invitation into her hands and smiled contemptuously: "Miss Smith, if you want to save your son, please get a divorce soon. By the way, I forgot to tell you that I did the car accident five years ago. I made a little bit of mistakes on the brakes, and it was a good deal to deal with three people."

Shirley froze in place: "My dad and Uncle Jones' car accident was also caused by you...why? That's three lives!"

"Sebastian's parents like you so much, they just want you to be their daughter-in-law. If they are still alive, when can I enter the door of the Jones family?" Sylvia patted her face and approached her: "But these don’t matter anymore. You are dying, and your son is dying. It doesn’t matter if I tell you. I’m here today to show kindness and let you know these."

"Ahhhhhhh"There was a scream.

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