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A year later.
"President Luo, the Huo has officially declared bankruptcy," the assistant handed me the latest news.
I set my coffee down and looked out the window. Huo Sijue was still standing below the building, just like every other day.
His current appearance was a far cry from the spirited business elite he had been a year ago.
His hair was disheveled, his clothes tattered, waiting here like a madman day after day.
"Please forgive me..."
"I am willing to spend the rest of my life atoning for my sins..."
The security guards had grown accustomed to driving away this once-prominent figure in the business world.
Over the past year, I had watched him descend into despair step by step:
The Huo went bankrupt, his mansion was auctioned off, and he found himself on the streets.
Zhou Ming and Zhou Mei were sentenced to prison, leaving him without his last allies.
Business friends avoided him like the plague, and his once-thriving network had vanished.
"President Luo, he brought this today," the assistant handed me a document.
It was a property transfer agreement. He had signed over all his remaining assets, including his last apartment, to me.
"He said he only asks for you to meet him once."
I scoffed, "Does he think he deserves that?"
But looking at his trembling figure downstairs, I suddenly changed my mind. "Let him come up."
Soon, Huo Sijue was brought before me.
"Speak. What do you want?" I continued to flip through the documents without looking up.
"Qing Qing..." His voice was hoarse. "Do you know how I've spent this past year?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." I raised my head. "I care about one thing more than you."
Hope ignited in his eyes.
I took out a photo and slid it across the table towards him. "Do you recognize her?"
It was a simulated photo of our child, restored through DNA technology.
In the picture was a beautiful little girl with my eyes and his eyebrows.
"She should have turned one today." I watched as his expression crumbled. "Unfortunately, her father killed her with his own hands."
"No... no..." He collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
I stood up, looking down at him. "This is our last meeting. Goodbye, Mr. Huo."
"Wait!" He grabbed my skirt. "Please give me a chance to atone..."
I shook off his hand. "Atonement? Do you think our child can come back to life?"
Seeing the despair in his eyes, I walked away without looking back.
Three months later.
"President Luo, Huo Sijue has been admitted to a psychiatric hospital," the assistant handed over the report.
I set down my pen. "What happened?"
"He... he keeps holding onto that baby photo, saying he wants to find his daughter. The doctors say he suffers from severe depression and delusions."
I paused for a moment. "What about Su Mei?"
"She secretly underwent plastic surgery in prison, but it failed. Now she’s in intensive care."
I walked to the window, gazing at the sunlight outside.
The car accident five years ago, a year of torment in captivity, the child forced to be aborted... all of this has finally come to an end.
"President Luo, do you... want to see him?" the assistant asked cautiously.
I shook my head. "No need."
Yet the next day, I found myself at the psychiatric hospital.
In the ward, Huo Sijue curled up in a corner, clutching that photo tightly. He was emaciated, his eyes vacant.
"Daddy was wrong... Daddy was wrong..." he kept murmuring, "Baby, where are you?"
The attending physician quietly said nearby, "He has been searching for that unborn child. This guilt and obsession may accompany him for the rest of his life."
I turned away from the hospital room, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.
After hating for so long, was it really worth it?
At that moment, my phone buzzed. It was an email from the overseas hospital:
"Miss Luo, your eggs have been successfully frozen and are ready for in vitro fertilization at any time."
I touched my abdomen, a bittersweet smile appearing on my lips.
That day in the hospital, I forced myself to stay awake and had Old Li arrange for the egg freezing before being injected with the sedative.
This was the only thing I could do for that unborn child.
"Huo Sijue." I took one last look at him. "This is your retribution."
Three years later.
"President Luo, there has been a change in Huo Sijue's condition." The assistant handed me the latest report.
I set down the teddy bear in my hands—the one I had prepared for my soon-to-be-born baby.
Yes, I had decided to use in vitro fertilization to give that unborn life a chance at rebirth.
"What happened to him?"
"The doctor said he has regained consciousness, but..."
"But what?"
"He said he wanted to see you one last time."
I remained silent for a long while. "Is he not going to make it?"
"Yes. The long-term mental strain and self-torment have taken a toll on his body..."
I closed my eyes. The once vibrant Huo Sijue had ultimately been crushed by his own guilt.
That afternoon, I went to the hospital.
In the ward, Huo Sijue lay on the bed, looking like a withered old man. Upon seeing me, his eyes suddenly sparkled with life.
"Qing Qing..." He weakly reached out his hand. "You came..."
I ignored his hand. "Do you have any last words?"
"I'm sorry..." Tears streamed down his face. "Over the years, I've finally realized that compared to the Interstellar Group, you and the child are what matters most to me..."
"Too bad it's too late." I replied coldly.
"I know..." He forced a bitter smile. "I just want to ask, do you still hate me?"
I paused for a moment. "I don't hate you anymore. Because you've received your due punishment."
He nodded, a look of relief in his eyes. "Then... what about the child..."
"She will be reborn." I gently touched my slightly rounded belly. "But there will be no more involvement from you."
He froze. "Are you saying..."
"Yes, I went through in vitro fertilization. This time, I will give my child a complete home."
"That's... that's wonderful..." He smiled through his tears, "Please... take good care of her for me..."
After saying this, he closed his eyes, and the heart monitor turned into a straight line.
As I walked out of the hospital, I received two messages:
"Su Mei passed away due to an infection from a botched cosmetic surgery."
"Zhou Ming committed suicide in prison out of guilt."
All those who had harmed me received their due retribution.
Six months later, my daughter was born.
I named her "Sunny," hoping that her life would always be filled with sunshine and that she wouldn't have to endure the shadows I faced.
Holding my daughter, I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the sunlight outside.
"Sweetheart, this time, Mommy will protect you well."
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