Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1477: She Killed That Young Man

Serena hurried over, asking, "Willow, do you wish to see Morgan Ashworth?"

She had already surmised that Willow would want to meet Morgan Ashworth. Since he was already present and waiting outside, how could she possibly refuse?

They were two individuals profoundly in love yet continuously pushing each other away.

"Yes, Mommy, I want to see him," Willow replied.

"Alright.—"

Willow touched her noticeably pale little face. "Mommy, do I appear unwell? I don't want him to see me like this. I'd like to apply some blush."

She was concerned that Morgan Ashworth would recognize her illness and thus sought to conceal her pallor with blush.

Serena nodded, "Okay, I will arrange it.—"

...

Rain began to fall outside. Eleven, holding a black umbrella, urged with concern, "Master, Madam will not see you. Let's stop waiting. Standing in the rain is detrimental to your health; please don't fall ill."

Morgan Ashworth remained impassive. He gazed at the firmly shut door before him and stated coolly, "You need not concern yourself with my affairs. Leave now."

"Master.—"

"Leave.—"

Eleven had no choice but to fall silent, yet he continued to shield Morgan Ashworth with the umbrella. He genuinely feared his master might collapse.

Morgan Ashworth had already resolved himself. He was determined to see Willow. He wished to discover precisely how heartless she could be towards him.

At that exact moment, the door in front "boomed" open, and Willow emerged.

Clad in a white cape, her jet-black hair cascading loosely, Willow stepped forth from the wind and rain. A maid held an umbrella over her. Regardless of the resentment or hatred Morgan Ashworth harbored for her, a single glance at her still deeply stirred his heart.

He mused that this woman was truly his undoing.

And now, she had finally appeared.

Willow approached Morgan Ashworth. In the time that had passed since their last meeting, he had become considerably thinner. Yet, his presence remained refined and elegant, with a soft fringe of hair partially obscuring his handsome eyes. He bore a faint resemblance to the young Miles Linden from years ago.

Troubled by affection, persistent in emotion.

"Morgan Ashworth, I was informed you wished to see me. I am here now. If you have something you need to say, speak quickly," Willow declared, affecting an icy demeanor.

Morgan Ashworth's heart grew half-frozen upon witnessing her unfeeling countenance. "Willow, do you truly not wish to see me?"

"Morgan Ashworth, look at yourself! You possess no fighting spirit, wallowing in romantic entanglements daily. You've lost the charisma that once captivated and infatuated me. Rouse yourself swiftly; your current state disgusts me."

She proclaimed her hatred for him.

Ah.

Morgan Ashworth nearly chuckled. Indeed, a low, raspy laugh escaped his throat, though it sounded more like self-deprecation. He took a step forward and grasped Willow's delicate hand. "Willow, come home with me. Once we are home, I will dedicate myself to becoming the man you desire."

He pleaded humbly, attempting to win her back. Willow felt an intense pain, as if a sharp blade had pierced her heart. It required all her might to suppress the urge to embrace him, forcing herself instead to push him away cruelly.

"Morgan Ashworth, have you even glanced at what I gave you?"

She was referring to the divorce agreement.

Morgan Ashworth pressed his lips together, denying, "No, I haven't seen anything. Willow, let us go home; we can start anew."

Willow coldly retracted her small hand. "You cannot even guarantee the duration of your own life. If you perish, do you wish for our son to be without a father, and for me to live as a widow? Morgan Ashworth, is this the love you offer me? How can your affection be so utterly selfish?"

Morgan Ashworth's hand halted in mid-air, unable to advance further.

He parted his lips, intending to speak, but no words emerged.

The frigid night wind and the pelting raindrops struck his face, bringing a painful, numbing sensation.

Just then, Willow retrieved a small, embroidered box. "Morgan Ashworth, this is for you."

"What is this?"

"The third pill. As long as you consume this pill, the poison within you will be eradicated, and you shall possess a healthy body henceforth."

Morgan Ashworth did not extend his hand to accept it. "I do not want it."

Willow stiffened. "What did you say?"

"Did you not comprehend my words? I refuse this pill! Willow, it was you who administered the poison. Do you believe that by curing me, you absolve yourself of your debt? I will not permit you to succeed. I desire for you to bear guilt eternally; I want you to always be indebted to me!" Morgan Ashworth bellowed hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot.

The raindrops hammered down, as if tearing Willow's heart asunder, causing endless bleeding. Her sole intention was to heal him, never anticipating that he would reject the very pill meant to save him.

"Morgan Ashworth, have you lost your mind? How can you be so consumed by love that you would even sacrifice your life merely to instill guilt in me?"

"Willow, I told you," Morgan Ashworth fixed his intense gaze upon her, "that you and the child are my entire life. Without you, my life ceases to exist. Why would I possibly concern myself with a mere pill!"

Willow was taken aback by the sheer desperation and stubbornness he displayed. She thrust the box into Eleven’s hands, her voice chillingly clear, "Do as you please; if you don't even wish to live, no one can save you!"

With that, Willow turned and began to walk away.

"Willow!" Morgan Ashworth surged forward at that exact moment, enveloping her in a hug from behind.

Willow halted in her tracks.

Burying his handsome face into her silky hair, Morgan Ashworth murmured with immense pain, "Willow, do you harbor some secret that cannot be spoken of?"

Willow's heart constricted. Had he uncovered something?

Just then, Morgan Ashworth's voice continued, "If not, then why are you treating me with such cruelty? I find it hard to believe this is truly you. Five years ago, you were ensnared; what about now? Have I completed a full circle only to return to where I began? Willow, do you realize this is the second time you have abandoned me?"

"Every heart is composed of flesh and blood. Do you imagine that if I do not voice my suffering, it ceases to exist? For five long years, I strived relentlessly to escape the nightmarish shadow of your abandonment, yet escape I could not. Insecurity was my constant companion, a perpetual fear that you would depart from me once more."

"As it turns out, you did indeed leave me once again. The heart I had painstakingly managed to reassemble was once more ripped to countless shreds by your hand; it is beyond repair. Henceforth, I shall never again possess the courage to love."

"Willow, you were the one who first taught me the meaning of love, and now you are instructing me on the profound absence of it."

An intense warmth spread across Willow's neck, which she recognized as the sensation of Morgan Ashworth's tears.

He was weeping.

Willow's heart was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of fear and despair, far more terrifying than the hatred he had harbored when he desired to strangle her five years prior. She dreaded his heartfelt confession of love. She feared his humble appeals. She was terrified that this might be their final encounter. She was afraid she was extinguishing the boy whose eyes and heart were irrevocably filled with adoration for her.