I'm sorry, sunshine

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"Khun Sam, if you don't like this form of address, then I don't mind referring to you as my ex-wife or Miss Anantrakul. You can leave after signing the papers."

Mon's arrogant expression displeased Sam.

"This is my house. Who gave you the right to ask me to leave?" Sam said.

Mon smirked and replied, "Indeed, I do not have the right. Don't worry, Khun Sam. I will move out after receiving the divorce certificate."

With that, she slapped Sam's hand away and looked her right in the eye.

She said icily, "Khun Sam, bring your documents to the divorce court at 9 am tomorrow. I will share the location. I will see you there." Sam left without saying anything. Mon decided to clean herself up.

She stood alone in the bathroom. The warm water chased away her chills. She wiped her swollen eyes and walked to the next room.

When she opened the door, a warmly furnished children's room welcomed her. She turned on a light. The room was lit with yellow lights.

The atmosphere was undoubtedly homely, but Mon wept uncontrollably. God must have decided to take her life because she had failed to save her baby. She lay her body on the blue mattress where her son should have been.

Her eyes fell on the baby cot near the bed. She was sobbing. She hugged a plushie that she had bought for her baby. "Sorry, my baby. It's all my fault. I failed to protect you. Don't be afraid. I'll be with you soon. Let's play in the garden of heaven later."

After losing her baby, her mental health had deteriorated. She was like a pretty flower slowly wilting away. She gazed out into the night, thinking that as long as she could leave her dad that sum of money, then she could go and be with her baby.

The next morning, Mon was already fully dressed. She ate her breakfast quickly because she didn't want to be late to the divorce court. As Mon was about to leave the house, she received a call from the hospital.

"Miss Mon, your dad had a heart attack. We've already sent him into the emergency ward."

"I'll be there right away!" Mon rushed to the hospital, but the surgery was still ongoing. She waited outside the operating theater with her hands clasped.

She had already lost everything. Her only hope was for her dad to live on in good health. A nurse handed her a receipt.

"Miss Mon, this is the total bill for your dad's emergency treatment and surgery."

Mon scanned through the details and found that the total bill amounted to more than one hundred thousand dollars. Her dad's daily treatment expenses already cost fifty thousand dollars per month, and she barely managed to pay it by working four jobs.

After paying off his hospitalization fees earlier, she only had five thousand dollars left on her card.

How was she going to afford his surgery? She had no choice but to call Sam. Sam answered in a cold voice, "Where are you? I've already been waiting for 30 minutes."

"Something urgent came up, and I can't go there right now." 

"Mon, do you think I'm your toy? This is no joke! I've been waiting for you for so long!" said Sam. "Do you take me for a fool, making up lies like this?" 

"I'm not lying. I was reluctant before this because I thought you must have had your reasons for treating me this way, but I see things clearly now. There's no point in a marriage like this, so I'm getting this divorce willingly. I couldn't make it right now because my dad had a heart attack and had to undergo surgery. I..." Mon's explanation was cut off by Sam. 

"Is he dead? I can order a casket for your father now." 

It sounded weird to Mon. Who even spoke like that?

"No. The doctor is treating him. Khun Sam, the surgery costs more than one hundred thousand dollars. Can you give me ten million? I promise I'll get a divorce with you."

Sam responded with a snort. "Mon, I hope you know that I and everyone wish your dad dead. I can give you the money, but only after we make the divorce official. It's so pity that, your dad is still alive."

Sam turned off her phone. Mon's face was filled with disbelief. She remembered that Sam had treated her dad with respect when they were still a lovey-dovey couple.

However, the hatred in Sam's voice earlier did not sound like a joke at all.

Why did Sam want her dad dead? Mon had no time to dwell on it. The most urgent matter at hand was to gather more than one hundred thousand dollars to pay her dad's medical bills.

The door to the operating theater opened, and Mon quickly stepped forward. "Dr. Harvist, how is my dad?"

"Don't worry, Miss Mon. Your dad made it, but he's still mentally fragile. Be careful not to trigger him in the meantime."

"I understand," Mon replied. "Thank you, Dr. Harvist."

As Melvin Fovert was still unconscious, Mon asked the nurse who had taken care of her dad all this time.

"My dad was quite healthy when I came here yesterday. Why did he suddenly have a heart attack?"

The nurse answered hastily, "I do not know. When I came back from the toilet, he had already been sent to the emergency ward."

"Did you see anyone before you left my dad?"

"No. Your dad looked normal before I left. He even told me about you." Mon nodded her head. After asking the nurse to take good care of her dad, she rushed to the admission desk to check the visitor records.

"Miss Mon, nobody came to visit your dad this morning," said the nurse working at the desk.

"Thank you."

"By the way, have you cleared the bill for your dad?"

Mon did her best to hide her embarrassment as she replied, "I'll pay immediately. I'm so sorry."

She left the admission desk and took a taxi to the divorce court, but Sam was nowhere to be seen when she got there.