Chapter 1 Even as a Ghost, I Won't Let You Go!

In the cold winter, at an abandoned village in the southern suburbs of Lordon City, a shabby room in a dilapidated tile-roofed house. Richelle Dunn, with a huge belly, lying on a bloodstained bed, gasping for air with a disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, like a dying fish. Doctor wearing a large mask stood by the bed, holding a blood-stripped forceps with one hand and guiding Richelle's knee with the other hand. "Push towards your abdomen, hold a little more strength, yes, yes, I can see the baby's hair now!" Richelle had sweat all over her, she was panting heavily, clutching the bed with veins bulging on her hands, as the sharp, excruciating pain in her abdomen intensified wave by wave. "Ah! Ah! It hurts so much!", thinking of all these pains being bestowed by Megan Linwood, Richelle screamed in a hoarse voice, "Megan Linwood, I'll kill you!" Taking advantage of all her resentment, Richelle put up her strength and pushed toward her abdomen. Heavy bleeding and intense pain gradually blurred her consciousness. "Wa, wa, wa...", the clear cry of a baby brought back her scattered spirit, she tried hard to open her eyes and reached out her trembling hand to the doctor, "My baby... my child..." Although the making of the child was dirty and painful, it was still a piece of flesh that fell from her body! Her heart's treasure! But the doctor didn't give the baby to her, instead, he handed it to a woman in her forties nearby. Later, the woman carried the wrapped baby out of the tile-roofed house and stepped onto a luxurious SUV parked outside. "Ma'am, it's a boy!" Megan Linwood's eyes lightened, she took the baby over, carefully examining and cautiously patting it. The tiny baby, with its round eyes, looked at her intently. "Kiara, come and see your son!", Megan Linwood held the baby in front of her daughter. Kiara Dunn turned her head and looked out the window with a disgusted expression on her face. "No! If it weren't for Roy Lewis, who would want to be the mother of that bitch Richelle's son!" Megan Linwood also didn't want Richelle's son to be Mr. Lewis, but her own daughter couldn't have a child, what could she do? "Kiara! He's your son!" Kiara Dunn scoffed coldly, not saying a word. The servant looked at the mother and daughter with mixed sadness and anger, and cautiously said, "Ma'am, the doctor said Miss Richelle has amniotic fluid embolism and is in critical condition. If she doesn't go to a big hospital immediately, she will lose her life along with the baby..." Megan Linwood, cradling the baby and gently rocking it, looked up at the tile-roofed house through the car window, revealing a long, spine-chilling smile after a while. "It's better if she dies cleanly!" Kiara Dunn also maliciously agreed, "Yes, it's even better if she dies!" Three minutes later, the doctor came out of the tile-roofed house in a panic, hurried into the car; the car started immediately and roared away. Inside the tile-roofed house, as the cold wind howled, Richelle Dunn, whose breath was getting weaker, lay on her side, listening to the receding engine sound, trembling her hand, gently touching the spasmodically painful belly, her pale and dry lips chattered, word by word, she said, "Megan, Linwood, I, won't, let, you, go, even, as, a, ghost!" Having difficulty spitting out the last word, her head tilted and she passed out! ... Five years later, in Kindur, the capital of the East-Asia Federation, the first family residence of the Lewis. Richelle was sitting in the living room waiting for Roy Lewis's arrival, and upon hearing footsteps, she looked up. A tall and slender man with an impressive demeanor, thick eyebrows, and straight nose, his handsome and deep features, wearing only a simple white shirt and black trousers, but still couldn't hide his imposing presence as an elite. As a painter in disguise, Richelle, looking at the godlike man before her with perfect facial features, body, and temperament, was fascinated and unabashedly staring at him. Roy Lewis was displeased by her undisguised gaze and asked with a stern face, "Who are you?" Richelle was freezing from his tone and thought that he's another insensitive and zero EQ man! But her face quickly returned to a serious expression, a medical professional's demeanor, and she reached out to Roy Lewis. "Mr. Lewis, hello, I am Ms. Seaton's student, Richelle Dunn! Ms. Seaton has urgent matters and can't come, so she asked me to take care of Mr. Lewis's preliminary treatment." Roy Lewis frowned, ignoring her long and fair hand, casting a sharp look on her face. Richelle Dunn had an excessively beautiful face, with long curly shoulder-length hair, thick and fan-like eyelashes, beautiful apricot eyes with a hint of mist, a straight and delicate nose, and #sensual cherry lips.