Funeral for Our Love

"You'll be the child's mother from then on, and the three of us can live as a family," Michael said.

I agreed out loud and went along with what he said, deliberately putting on an act of being deeply moved.

After the call ended, I immediately opened the home surveillance feed.

On the screen, Michael had his arm around Natalie, his tone tinged with smugness. "Don't worry. Josephine's taken care of. Once the baby's born, I'll bring up the divorce. A childless woman like her won't be in a position to compete with you over anything."

Laura sat to the side, smiling broadly as she handed Natalie some supplements. "Michael knows what he's doing. As long as she stays quiet for now, she won't cause trouble and affect your pregnancy. Natalie, have some supplements. This child has to be born strong."

Watching this "harmonious" scene, I laughed until I nearly doubled over.

With Natalie's condition, they were still talking as if a smooth pregnancy were a given. If she could even make it to delivery, that alone would be miraculous.

The three of them were eating and living together every day without any precautions at all. I wouldn't be surprised if Michael and Laura were already infected.

Sure enough, just a few days later, Michael called again. This time, the panic in his voice was unmistakable.

"Josephine, something's wrong with Mom. She's had a high fever for days, and her body's covered in rashes. I haven't been sleeping or eating either. Everything hurts."

Resisting the urge to smile, I kept my voice calm and deliberately gentle. "Darling, the temperature's been dropping lately. It could just be the flu or some kind of viral infection.

"Take care of Mom for now. Once I'm done here, I'll book a flight back. If you need medication, I'll help get it from the hospital when I return."

"Alright… Hurry back," he said, his voice already weak.

After hanging up, I booked my next destination.

I stalled for several more days after that. Michael kept calling nonstop until I was so annoyed that I blocked him.

That was when his assistant reached me instead, his voice clearly shaken. "Mrs. Collins, Mr. Collins collapsed in the conference room today and was rushed to the hospital!

"And Ms. Laura was admitted to the ICU yesterday. The doctors say she's experiencing multi-organ failure and may not have much time left."

Hearing this, I knew the timing had come.

I booked the earliest flight and flew back overnight.

When I arrived at the hospital, the attending doctor asked to speak with me alone and handed me a thick stack of reports, his expression grave.

"Ms. Schofield, as a family member, it would be more appropriate for you to explain this to your husband."

He paused before continuing, his gaze filled with sympathy, "Mr. Collins and his mother's blood test results are back. The situation is extremely complicated. They're currently infected with more than 20 infectious pathogens, including HIV and syphilis. I strongly recommend that you also get tested."

I nodded and took the reports, my expression neutral. "I understand. Thank you."

After changing into protective gear and putting on a mask and goggles, I entered Michael's isolation ward.

He lay on the hospital bed, his face ashen and gaunt. There was an IV in the back of his hand, and monitoring equipment surrounded him.

When he saw how I was dressed, confusion flickered across his face before giving way to fear. "Honey, what exactly is wrong with me? Is it serious? The doctor hasn't told me anything. Did you see my mom? How is she doing?"

I didn't answer. I simply sat down by the bed and pulled out the reports.