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Chapter 397: 397: You Promised Me, You Won’t Die

Vivian Drew’s face turned pale green, and she hurriedly explained, “Mrs. Mamet is right, it’s been so many years since it happened…”

“There’s even a video!”

No one knew who shouted, but everyone’s eyes fell on the big screen, “This? The child in the video is six-year-old Mr. Caleb Mamet?”

Everyone’s eyes were intense.

The child who slowly entered the ward was Caleb Mamet, still so calm.

What was Caleb going to do in Miss Drew’s ward? Was it true, as Jenny Green said, that he wanted to hurt Miss Drew?

However, the Miss Drew who had been dead for twenty years did not reject him, but struggled to sit up and spoke gently, “Caleb, you’re here.”

Young Caleb’s body was small, but his eyes were full of depth and melancholy between his brows.

For the past few years, he had lived with Jenny Green, enduring her beatings and torment, and had shed his innocence, becoming cold and ruthless.

But in front of Winni Drew, he was a little flustered, at a loss, and worried in his eyes, “I heard you’re sick, is it serious?”

Winni Drew’s gray eyes gained a bit more color, “Good boy, did you come to see me because you knew I was sick?”

Young Caleb lowered his eyes, “I heard… my mother upset you, and they said you were about to die.”

Winni Drew’s eyes reddened slightly, and she spoke softly, “Good child, come here.”

Caleb obediently walked to the bed, and Winni struggled to sit up, opened her arms and hugged him, “This has nothing to do with you, my good child. I don’t know why, but I feel close to you when I see you. Don’t always have a cold face, smile, okay?”

Those words made young Caleb’s eyes redden, and the always indifferent child suddenly choked up, “Can you… not die…”

Winni Drew was silent for a moment, and her eyes were full of loneliness. Holding back her tears, she gently rubbed his little face and smiled sadly, “Alright, I will try my best to live.”

The screen changed, and ten days later, Winni Drew’s corpse lay on the hospital bed, already stiff, but her face was still so beautiful.

Caleb huddled in a corner, biting his fingers and sobbing softly. Tears kept falling, but he was the only one crying in the ward, while everyone else was laughing, especially his mother, Jenny Green, who laughed wildly.

After everyone left, Caleb approached and hugged Winni Drew’s cold body, tightly holding her hand, “You promised me that you wouldn’t die. You lied to me…”

Watching the surveillance video, Xaviera Evans’ eyes turned red, and her heart ached. Her throat felt constricted, as if something was about to pour out.

The scene also moved the guests present, and some of the noblewomen burst into tears.

“It’s rare that Mr. Caleb Mamet and Miss Drew had such deep feelings for each other.”

“Miss Drew was already suffering from depression at that time, and she had to endure the pain of the illness, but she was still so gentle in the face of Mr. Mamet! It’s obvious that Miss Drew really liked Mr. Mamet!”

“The surveillance video can’t be faked. It’s clear that Jenny Green went to the hospital to provoke Miss Drew, but pushed all the blame on Mr. Mamet? She sacrificed her own son to clear her own name?”

Everyone looked at Jenny Green with disdain.

“What’s Jenny Green pretending for! Those reporters were her doing! If she hadn’t gone to the hospital to provoke Miss Drew, Miss Drew wouldn’t have died!”

“The wicked always condemn first! She obviously killed Miss Drew herself but pushed the responsibility onto her son! How can there be such a disgusting woman!”

“She says she beats and scolds Mr. Mamet for Miss Drew’s sake, but Miss Drew was clearly killed by her! Doesn’t Jenny have a conscience? If she really wants to atone, she should commit suicide and go to the underworld to apologize to Miss Drew!”

People’s scolding voices spread out.

Jenny Green’s body softened, and she almost fell to the ground. Terrified, she looked at them and screamed frantically, “The video is fake! Caleb is framing me!”

“Mrs. Mamet, the evidence is right in front of you, do you still want to argue?”

“Sir Drew, Miss Wendy Drew, now that the truth is clear, isn’t it time for you to apologize?”