My Mom was pushed off 24th floor by my husband's Lover

Isabella Rose let out a sneer, her face filled with contempt: "Who told you this bitch wouldn't accept my check? Was eight million dollars not enough to buy the life of a bitch?" She leaned in, her tone sharp and mean: "Willow Grace, you're just as lowborn as your mother. Even if I weren't Mrs. Sterkubg, you'd still be beneath me! You took something that never belonged to you, and this... is your lesson." I stared fiercely into her frivolous eyes, my eye sockets burning red, my teeth grinding so hard they creaked: "Isabella Rose, murderers... have to pay with their lives!" Isabella Rose laughed out loud, a harsh, arrogant sound. "'Murderers pay with their lives'-that's just a rule for poor people like you. For me? All I need is Junci." "What do you mean-" Before I could finish, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. The next second, a sharp pain shot through the back of my neck, and all my strength drained away instantly. Nathaniel Sterling's voice rang out beside my ear, cold as ice: "Call the police? ...Willow, you really are being disobedient." I collapsed weakly, and through blurred vision, I saw him withdraw his hand. The last thing I registered before losing consciousness was his back as he walked toward Isabella Rose. I closed my eyes in despair and unwillingness. So it was true-Nathaniel Sterling was truly obsessed with Isabella Rose. Back in the day, just because she said "it hurts," he couldn't bear to touch her, driving himself into the hospital from pent-up frustration. When she got an intern drunk to death, he went to apologize on his knees personally, "buying" her way out of trouble. Later, when she divorced him and took their son abroad, it nearly cost him half his life. After that, he gave up all his assets, drank himself into a stupor every day, and attempted suicide countless times... That's when my mom and I were hired by his best friend to take care of him. We worked in shifts day and night, looking after his daily needs. With a salary far above the market rate, I entered the Sterling residence with trepidation-only to bump straight into Nathaniel Sterling's chest. His jaw was gaunt, his lips pale, and a thick layer of gloom and brokenness lingered between his slightly Sterlingrrowed brows as he looked at me through the darkness. At that moment, my heart nearly stopped beating. My mom noticed my odd reaction and whispered a warning: "Willow, you two aren't from the same world. You can never compare to the woman who lives in his heart-the one who's like a lost love." But I couldn't control my feelings. I just wanted to stay by his side, to watch over him. When he got drunk, I made him hangover soup; when he couldn't sleep, I searched the entire country for remedies... I stayed by his side silently for three whole years, until he pulled himself together again and became the dashing President Sterling in the business world. I knew it was time for me to leave. But Nathaniel Sterling suddenly called out to me, and with three sentences, he trapped me for the rest of my life. "I know you like me." "Willow." "Let's get married." After we married, he treated me incredibly well. He'd cancel late-night international meetings just to rush home and wash my feet. When I was on my period, he'd stay by my bed all night. If I said I was in a bad mood, he'd give up a multi-million yuan project to take me traveling to cheer me up... I truly thought Nathaniel Sterling loved me. Little did I know, he'd never let go of Isabella Rose. Even marrying me was just a way to get back at her-after hearing she'd registered her marriage to another man abroad. Memories crashed over me like a wave of despair and venom, repeatedly flooding my muddled mind. When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital room, surrounded by police officers. Nathaniel Sterling stood by my bed, a look of concern on his face. And Isabella Rose, that murderer, was sitting there casually putting on lipstick! I strained my dry throat and shouted: "My dad was killed! Why... why is she still here! Why aren't you arresting her!" The lead police officer sighed, his tone apologetic: "Ms. Grace, we went to the address in your emergency text, but there was no trace of a water tank or blood. We couldn't find your father's body either... This doesn't meet the criteria for filing a case. I'm sorry."