Last Life, He Killed Me for Her. This Life, I’ll Sell Him the Ticket Chapter 08

Last Life, He Killed Me for Her. This Life, I’ll Sell Him the Ticket Chapter 08

Evan lowered his head in disgrace and left with Wendy. 

The supervisor here knew about the bad blood between us, so he found all kinds of ways to make things difficult for Evan and Wendy. 

To be honest, time had not made my heart any calmer. Instead, it had only made my hatred grow deeper. 

So when I saw how miserable he had become, I felt happy. 

I even thought he should become more pitiful, die a wretched death, and find no peace even after he was gone. 

The research team stayed there for half a year. 

Evan grew even thinner, and Wendy’s madness became worse. 

She was always saying the same thing. 

“I already stopped her from reporting us. I was supposed to go back to the city and live a good life.” 

Everyone thought she had lost her mind from the 

shock, but only I knew that she had also been given a second chance. 

On the day I left with the research team, I suddenly saw a child. 

A strange sense of familiarity made me hurry over 

to her. 

“How old are you?” 

One of the people traveling with us immediately introduced her. 

“This is Candy, Professor Howard’s daughter; she came with her parents from Washington, D.C., and they’re here to provide technical support.” 

“She’s incredibly smart. Even at such a young age, she can already offer ideas for controlling wind 

erosion.” 

With trembling hands, I opened her palm. Three 

red moles came into view. 

Back then, my mother’s research had also been 

about controlling wind erosion, and she had three 

red moles on her palm too. 

“Do you want to come with me to the Bay Area? 

It’s beautiful there…” 

I spoke in a panic, but a pair of small hands wiped 

away my tears. 

“Don’t cry. I like it here.” 

I collapsed weakly. 

That was right. My mother had always been like this, willing to give everything for the work she 

believed in. 

Professor Howard and his wife hurried over. 

Seeing me crying like that, they had no idea what had happened. 

“Don’t cry. My little girl makes wonderful 

brown–sugar glazed meatloaf. We’ll have her make 

you something good in a bit.” 

“Okay.” 

The Howard home felt warm and welcoming. It 

was small, but every corner showed care. 

Under the dim light, I watched the family of three 

chat and laugh together. 

My heart slowly settled. 

Heaven had heard my wish and given my mother a wonderful family. 

Her future would hold even greater achievements. 

“Come on, try it.” 

The brown–sugar glazed meatloaf was placed in 

front of me. I picked up my fork and took a bite. 

The shattered place in my chest suddenly felt 

soothed by the meatloaf’s warm, familiar aroma. 

“It’s delicious. Can I come over often to mooch 

meals from you?” 

“Of course.” 

Her smile was bright and lively, without a trace of 

the exhaustion that life would later carve into her 

face. 

That was enough. 

I delayed my departure for a while longer. 

Every day, I helped Professor Howard with small 

tasks and let some of the love I had been holding 

back settle on Candy. 

I knew it was unfair to Candy. 

But I had been in pain for too many years. Just 

this once, I wanted to be selfish. 

The wind–erosion problem was brought under control, and Professor Howard was overjoyed. All 

that remained was the next stage of testing. 

But a dust storm suddenly swept in, catching everyone off guard. 

After we hurriedly evacuated, we realized Evan and Wendy were missing. 

The situation was too urgent, and no one had time to look for them. 

Later, when the dust storm passed, everyone did a head count. 

Only then did we discover that the storm, which would normally have caused heavy damage, had not damaged any property this time or injured anyone else. 

Only Evan and Wendy had been blown into the rocks. Their heads were split open, and they died from blood loss.