His secret spoiled wife (Lily and Alexander)

Chapter 1578

Fabian kept his mouth shut.

He could not afford to bear such consequences. ‘If | were to lose to the project, | might as well die!”

“Ree, that’s not what your dad meant. We're just worried about your safety,” Maria said despite being concerned.

Rhea smiled coldly. “Safety? When | was four, Anastasia and | fell into the pond, and you guys saved her first. Did you ever care

about my safety?”

“You...” Maria was shocked that Rhea remembered what had happened when she was only four. “We didn’t save her first on

purpose. Tasia was closer to the bank, so we reached her first. We also saved you. You-"

“Enough. | wasn’t complaining. I'm alive and well, aren't I?” Rhea shrugged and said calmly. She put down her spoon and fork. “I'm

full.”

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Maria was stunned.

Rhea got up and walked to the foyer to change her shoes again. She lowered her head as she wore her high heels, then thought

about something and looked up. “Oh, yes, | made a deal with Cameron simply because it suited my needs.

“l didn’t do it for you guys, so you don’t have to be too grateful and take it to heart. Most importantly, don’t think that I'm doing

this because | care for you, Mom!”

Maria was at a loss for words. Staring after her as she left the door, Maria could not help but call her name.

Giving no reply, Rhea left without even throwing her mother a glance. They soon heard the sound of a car starting and driving

swiftly away.

“Hmph!” Fabian angrily smacked his spoon and fork against the table.

“Hey, you...” Maria wanted to say something but couldn’t. She could not even console herself, let alone her husband. She felt

horrible, as if her heart had been stabbed.

She thought she could reconcile with her daughter, but things had reverted to how they were and probably worsened.

“Our daughter has becincreasingly disrespectful!” After a long while, this was all Fabian could cup with.

Maria let out a long sigh, no longer in a good mood.

By the tRhea reached the suburbs, it was already dark.

She was slightly late because it was a cloudy day and a long drive. She lifted her hand to look at her watch, then looked up at the

shabby hospital before her and spat, “What a horrible place! There's dust flying along the road. We have Mike to thank for choosing

this location!”

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Rhea strode into the hospital. It was relatively empty, and there were not many people. Other than those on the night shift, many

workers at the counter had gone home, and her arrival did not pique anyone’s attention.

She paused in front of the morgue sign, stared intently at it, then cast a quick glance that way and took a deep breath.

Rhea was unsure if it was an illusion, but she always felt the air was cold and filled with a smell of decay, formalin, and

disinfectant. Ordinary people would hate such a smell, but she loved it.

She thought a living person was too complex and had all kinds of selfish pursuits. Dead people, on the other hand, were more

straightforward.

Rhea enjoyed conducting all sorts of experiments. Seeing the changes in her lab data and the varied responses viruses or germs

generate in human bodies, she would feel that every organism in the world was equal.

She opened her eyes, and her gaze was cold as usual. Knocking on the door, she heard a soft and shrill voice asking her to go in.

Rhea picked her ear, pushed open the door and walked inside.