The Billionaire Heiress's Sweet Revenge

Three days after my baby passed away, the hospital called, asking me to collect his belongings.

Swallowing the bitter taste in my throat, I sent Adrian a Snapchat message.

A FaceTime call popped up instead.

Adrian’s voice came through, laced with impatient annoyance.

"Elena, the overseas project is at a critical stage. Just go and pick up the belongings yourself."

"Be good. It’s a small thing. You can handle it."

I had no choice but to drive to the hospital alone.

But on the registry list at the front desk, I froze.

I saw Adrian’s name.