My Son’s Death: The Murder Plan of My Husband’s First Love

Chapter 10

After parting with Tyler, I set out for Stanford.

That was Charlie’s only expectation before his death.

It was also his dream that was close at hand.

Now, I wanted to take Charlie with me to see the future that originally belonged to him.

While visiting Stanford, I received a text message from Tyler.

He had signed the divorce agreement and transferred me a huge amount of assets that I could never spend in my lifetime.

I blocked all his contact information.

Then I put away my phone and continued to stroll around with Charlie.

In the days since Charlie’s death, I had been in endless sorrow every day and unable to sleep at night.

It was not until this moment that the haze in my heart dissipated a little.

I walked around the campus for a whole day before leaving.

Later on, I took Charlie to the beach.

I scattered his ashes into the vast ocean.

Charlie was optimistic and loved freedom.

He wanted to soar into the vast world with his dreams.

He liked the sea.

After returning Charlie to the sea and giving him freedom, I began to think about the rest of During the eighteen years of my marriage with Tyler, everything I did for our family.

For Charlie and Tyler.

Now, it was time for me to live for myself.

Finally, I went to a place.

Welfare home.

It was not a big welfare home.

It was located in a remote area and the conditions were very simple.

Many children were crowded into one room.

Some of the newly arrived children didn’t even have beds.

The clothes they wore had turned white from washing.

Moreover, they were almost all thin and looked malnourished.

Seeing me coming, they stood in the yard.

They stared at me blankly with their big eyes.

Their eyes were full of curiosity.

Amidst cuteness, there was a hint of helplessness, weakness and timidity.

Although they were a little afraid of strangers, they were also polite.

They would smile shyly and call me Miss.”

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my life.

I communicated with the director of the welfare home and learned that most of the children here were abandoned babies.

Some were abandoned by their parents at birth.

Some were given up due to physical disabilities.

So the children here were much more pitiful than those in other welfare homes.

After listening to this, I expressed my willingness to provide substantial financial support to their welfare home.

The only condition was that I could live here and take care of these children myself.

The director readily agreed on the spot.

He said they were short of funds and even more short of caregivers.

So on that day, I customized some new clothes for all the children.

The welfare institution had also increased its scale, expanded its rooms, and added daily necessities and entertainment facilities.

After I joined.

The originally dilapidated welfare home had been completely renovated in every aspect.

All the children could wear new clothes and sleep with new quilts.

Everyone had their own new bed, new toys and daily necessities.

Seeing piles of new things being moved in, the children danced with joy.

Each of them smiled with crescent eyes.

One kid couldn’t help but rush over and hug me.

I was startled.

I couldn’t help but feel my eyes moist.

Although Charlie left, my love had not faded.

I would do my best to make more children feel warm and happy.