Chapter 3 She continued , " Or feel free not to go . Just a friendly reminder - the cardiopulmonary support system keeping your vegetative mom alive is developed by the Caldwell Group . It won't be released for another month . Before that , Mr. Caldwell can have his man pull the plug at any moment . Your mom will be left to die . " Damian was even more ruthless than I had imagined . He knew so well that my mom was the only blood family I had left in this world . Eventually , I compromised and entered the family chapel . The faint scent of cedarwood filled the air , just as inescapable as Damian's presence . At this precise moment , I was much more clear - headed than ever - I wanted a divorce . The maid , Shelly Mitchel , was utterly anxious . She begged Patricia , " Ms. Sutton , please , could you let Mrs. Caldwell out ? The chapel is so cold . She'll freeze ! " My baby passed away three years ago . After offering me a few lukewarm words of comfort , Damian flew around the world , claiming it was for work . What he never knew was that I spent countless nights in the chapel , praying to see my child just one more time . Instead of resting and recovering , I devoted my days and nights to prayer , 0.00 % 06.01 barely eating a thing . It was then that my health began to fail , and I grew weak and frail . To make matters worse , it was the rainy season . The relentless dampness . seeped into my bones , and it wasn't long before I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis . Even the doctors were perplexed . How did someone so young develop such a disease ? They told me it was irreversible . On rainy days , I could only rely on medication to get through the pain . Even Shelly knew about this , yet Damian had no idea . Patricia coldly turned around , ignoring Shelly's plea . Biting her lip , Shelly said to me , " I'll call Mr. Caldwell now ! " Enduring the searing pain in my knees , I said through gritted teeth , " No. Don't call him , Shelly . " I didn't tell him before because I didn't want to upset him . But now ? I simply didn't feel the need . Because he wouldn't feel sad for me at all . Shelly stubbornly called him anyway . As the call came through , a little girl's childish voice rang out . " Who is it ? Daddy is accompanying Mommy to buy clothes . " I let out a self - mocking laugh . It had been ages since Damian changed his phone passcode . He'd never let me so much as touch it . 32.56 % Chapter 3 I used to think he hated anyone violating his privacy . It never occurred to me that he simply didn't want me near it . His mistress . and their daughter , on the other hand , could have it whenever they pleased . Hearing the girl's words , Shelly was dumbfounded . She quickly checked the number again and confirmed it was Damian's . Upon seeing the look on my face , she instantly knew what was going on and hung up . I curved my lips into a smile , yet my eyes were devoid of any emotion . Soon , my strength gave way entirely . My legs buckled and I collapsed , my knees hitting the floor with a thud . Seeing blood oozing from my knees , Patricia smiled coldly and turned to leave . Just before closing the door , she clapped her hands mockingly . " Good job admitting your mistake . As your reward , I won't report this to Mr. Caldwell . " As soon as she was gone , Shelly rushed to my side and helped me back to my room . Every step I took sent a sharp , stabbing pain through my feet , as if I were walking on knives . Shelly said indignantly in a sobbing voice , " How could Mr. Caldwell do this to you , forcing you to stay in the chapel for hours while buying clothes with his mistress ? And the little girl ... " Rinding it too shameful to continue , she fell silent and just looked at me worriedly .