Chapter 2The Butterfly's Freedom

Ignoring the obstruction of others, I lunged forward and lifted the white cloth.

The middle-aged woman's eyes bulged, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying at the last moment.

I shook my head desperately, tears flowing non-stop.

"My mother has always been healthy, how could this happen!"

The paramedic glanced at me, "Your mother drank Paraquat to commit suicide."

No, impossible.

Mom loved me as her life, I didn't believe she would leave me easily!

I opened the chat app on her phone.

A stranger's account had sent her a live stream link.

I knelt heavily on the ground, pain and hatred surging in my chest, tears uncontrollable.

It was me, I killed my own mother!

In the memo were the last few words she left for me.

"Nina, don't stay with someone who doesn't love you for my sake."

"My butterfly baby, leave New York, pursue your freedom."

Kneeling beside my mother's body, I cried like a child.

Growing up, my skin often bled because of my illness.

Even oozing yellow pus.

Classmates looked at me with contempt, as if I were some disgusting monster.

Only Mom would hold me and tell me again and again.

"You are different from others, you are Mom's butterfly baby."

"If you don't want to go to school, Mom will be your teacher."

But I refused to bow to fate and insisted on continuing my studies.

In junior high, Lucas, who had just transferred, became my deskmate.

It was he who fought off those who bullied me time and again. Even if it meant a detour, he insisted on escorting me to school every day.

Looking at him then, my eyes were full of light.

It turned out that besides Mom, there was a second person willing to protect me.

After graduating from college, I secretly invested the money Mom saved for me into Lucas's startup.

This time, I won the bet with fate.

On the day the company went public, Lucas put the key to a luxury car worth millions in my hand.

Countless reporters swarmed in, pointing microphones at him.

"Mr. Sterling, why are you willing to buy such an expensive car for your girlfriend?"

In front of the camera, he was elegant in a suit, smiling gently.

"She was the one sitting on the back of my electric scooter, accompanying me through the startup. At that time, I swore that one day, I would make her the woman in the back seat of a Rolls-Royce."

"From now on, you should call her 'Mrs. Sterling'."

After speaking, he took out a ring, knelt on one knee, and proposed to me.

Lucas interpreted the saying "A worthy wife supports my lofty ambitions, I repay her with ten thousand taels of gold" with actions.

At that time, everyone said we were a textbook wealthy romance in New York.

I stayed in the morgue all afternoon.

Until the staff's words pulled me out of my memories.

"Mrs. Sterling, this card payment failed again."

The one I just handed over was the last card on me.

The man who once bought me luxury cars and mansions now froze all my bank cards to vent anger for his little lover.

I suppressed the bitterness in my heart.

Took out all the cash and begged the staff bitterly.

"I only have this much on hand, can you arrange my mother's cremation first? I will definitely make up the fee."

But the staff shook his head at me.

"This isn't even enough for the deposit."

He looked at me with a hint of sarcasm, "Just bow your head and soften your attitude to Mr. Sterling, what is this money to him?"

I closed my eyes and took off the gold bracelet on my wrist.

"It's worth at least $15,000. Please, make an exception."

He took it greedily and bit it lightly.

But soon, he slammed the bracelet heavily on the table.

"Calling you Mrs. Sterling is giving you face, how dare you give me this fake!"