Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 211 - 167: I Give Birth to Two Children for You to Continue the Family Line_2

Chapter 211: Chapter 167: I Give Birth to Two Children for You to Continue the Family Line_2

"No, I didn’t mean that, I had already made up my mind, as long as these two kids are yours, they are mine too.

I’m just really happy to hear you say that.

Faye, I truly owe you an apology for the past, but that will change from now on.

I will love you dearly, and I will love our children dearly."

Faye looked at him, biting her lip: "Aren’t you curious about how I got pregnant with these two children?"

"Was it when I was drunk and forced you?"

Faye shook her head: "You didn’t force me; you were indeed drunk. I know you tend to forget things when you drink a lot, so... it was me who made the first move."

Hunter hugged her tightly: "Faye, I’m sorry, I didn’t know all this, I let you suffer so much pain in silence.

I doubted you, used Zenia to provoke you, I really didn’t think that you would still be willing to bear these two children for me.

This is a great kindness to me; Faye, I owe you all my life.

I will spend my remaining life making it up to you."

Faye nestled in his arms and laughed, her own arms encircling his waist: "Your remaining life, I’ll take over."

This ordinary warmth moved Faye deeply; she truly hoped that every day from now on could be this happy.

Hunter needs to visit the company every morning, generally for about an hour and a half.

Now that Sebastian is also staying in the VIP ward, he became somewhat worried.

Faye knew that work could not be delayed, so she urged him: "It’s fine, Sebastian is already in a cast, what harm can he do to me? Go ahead and hurry over.

The time you hesitate, you would have already returned."

"I can be back in at most one hour."

Faye nodded: "Go early and come back early."

After Hunter left, Faye, feeling bored, took out her mobile phone to pass the time.

She was checking the stock situation of the company, and about fifteen minutes later, the door of the ward slowly opened.

Faye thought it was a nurse entering and didn’t think much of it; but when a shadow fell on the bedside and there was still no sound, she lifted her eyes and saw it was Sebastian.

He was dressed in the same hospital gown as her, his arm in a cast, standing calmly by the bed watching her.

Faye put down her phone to the side, realising that he had been keeping an eye on the situation here; otherwise, he wouldn’t have waited for Hunter to leave before coming over.

Sebastian smiled faintly: "How are you?"

Faye frowned; she clearly wasn’t here just to see how she was, but given their current relationship, why bother pretending.

"Is there something?"

"Just heard that you were also hospitalized, so I wanted to come see you."

"No need, please leave." Faye picked up her phone and resumed scrolling through the pages.

Sebastian didn’t leave but instead sat down on the chair beside the bed: "Sorry about that day."

Faye didn’t look at him, her hand still scrolling on the phone.

"Now, I have already paid the price for my actions, to see me in this shape, you must be very happy." Faye didn’t respond, and Sebastian began talking to herself.

"Faye, you really are the luckiest woman in the world.

Lucky enough to marry Hunter, and happen to receive that devil’s love.

Do you know why I hate you so much?

Ever since the day I registered my marriage, I haven’t had a single good day.

Lucas seldom comes home, but whenever he does, he either hits or yells at me.

My body is always like this, old wounds constantly accompanied by new ones."

Faye paused her scrolling for a moment.

Sebastian knew her words had struck a chord.

"Do you know how many times I’ve tried to kill myself?"

She placed her wrist next to the bed, Faye glanced sideways at it, seeing three or four horizontal scars on the pristine wrist.

"At least five times, but every time, I shrank back from the brink of death.

I’m just an ordinary person, how could I not fear death.

Every time I wake up in the hospital after calling emergency services myself, I regret it, wondering why I didn’t die, why I still want to live.

Living like this, I’m just a puppet manipulated by others.

I fear life, I resist this world, especially fearing that man known to others as ’husband’.

Faye, I admit, it’s probably because of my own fear that I developed a hatred towards you.

That day’s fight, I just wanted to vent my dissatisfaction.