At Skrix Hospital, a commotion had just taken place in one of the VIP rooms.
At the moment, Tilda, with her hair in disarray, was seated by the bed, clasping her motherâs frail hand.
Tears filled her eyes.
Her mother had finally awakened from her coma, and she had experienced the brief moments of maternal affection, but she had not anticipated that her mother would be driven to death by Ivy.
Her vision blurred with tears, and she began to cry out loud.
âMom, please donât sleep.
Wake up.
Thereâs so much I want to tell you, so many fascinating stories to share.
Please, donât leave me!â
Her cries filled the room with sorrow, while Elma, holding a tearful Sheldon, looked both angry and sad.
She stared fiercely at Renata and Ivy, who were standing nearby, wishing she could confront them.
Ivy, her hair unkempt, sat in a wheelchair.
Her face was swollen and marked with scratches.
It was evident she had been assaulted.
Renata stood by her side, her expression grim, as she tried to console her.
Her look towards Tilda was filled with malice.
Ivyâs hair got pulled out in big bunches, and she was suffering terribly.
She said with hatred, âMom, donât just stand there.
Call the police! That wretch Tilda nearly murdered me!â
Upon hearing this, Renata looked over at the two bodyguards at the door, her expression turning even grimmer.
She did not expect that Tilda had enlisted bodyguards.
They had restrained her and her daughter earlier, enabling Tilda to attack her daughter without interference.
Had it not been for the medical team barging in, her daughter might have been fatally beaten.
âDonât worry, your father will be here shortly.
Letâs see how he handles his arrogant daughter.
â
Upon hearing this, Tilda dried her tears and her expression became steely.
âWhy not call the police? Go ahead.
I also want them to look into my momâs death.
â
Ivyâs eyes darted around, then she scoffed.
âTilda, whatâs that supposed to mean? Are you accusing me of being responsible for your momâs death?â
âIsnât it true?â Filled with rage, Tilda glared at her.
âYou presented my mom with a report and talked nonsense to her, which enraged her to death.
How is that different from murder?â
Ivy responded with a dismissive snort, âI talked nonsense to her? Are you saying the contents of my report arenât true?â
She looked at Sheldon, pointing at him.
âThis boy is your son from another man.
I merely stated the truth.
Your mother died from shock.
If anyone is a murderer here, itâs you! Your promiscuous behavior was responsible for your motherâs death!â
It took a month for the investigation results to come in.
As Ivy had suspected, Sheldon was Tildaâs biological son!