Still Loving You Nonetheless

Chapter 166

Meredith’s calm front finally came crashing down the moment she saw her mother through the video on Ysabelle’s phone, laying on the floor as blood was dripping from her mouth. “What happened to my mom?” She reached out her hands, wanting to snatch Ysabelle’s phone but failed.

Meredith finally fell apart. Dropping to her knees, Meredith begged, “Tell me Ysabelle! What happened to my mom?” “There, there. Calm down, I’ll tell you,” Looking at her in disdain, Ysabelle took a step away from her before going on, “your poor mom suddenly started coughing up blood and passed out. She’s being treated in the hospital now but no one can be sure that she’d be able to get past this.” Looking at the video that was playing on her phone, Ysabelle clicked her tongue and said, “I heard that she hasn’t been doing well lately and now she’s even coughing up blood. I think it’ll be hard to save her.”

Putting away her phone, Ysabella then asked, “Oh no, what do we do? It’s possible that you wouldn’t even be able to see your mom one last time before she passes.”

Meredith was almost on the verge of tears.

She was, of course, worried and frightened.

The more that Meredith was crying, the more pleased Ysabelle felt.

Ysabelle was annoyed that Josiah chose to lock Meredith away in the basement and concluded that Miss Leah’s death was a suicide or an accident instead of charging Meredith with murder.

The more that Josiah was unwilling to let Meredith die, the more Ysabelle wanted to get rid of Meredith. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Hold on, that isn’t quite right.” Shaking her head, Ysabelle added, “You should be more worried about the fact that your daughter would not have a donor if your mom dies. Does it mean that that daughter of

yours would die too?

“My my, what a pity!” Meredith threw herself at Ysabelle’s feet and begged, “Ysabelle, please ask Josiah to let me go? I’m begging you. It’s all my fault, I am to be blamed for everything.

As long as you convince Josiah to let me out of here, I promise to do whatever you

say.”

“Meredith, you should know Josiah better than anyone, shouldn’t you? He is determined to see you suffer and be miserable. Do you really think that he would listen to me?”

“Please, I’m begging you, Ysabelle…”

“You should do it yourself. But I heard that Josiah would be staying at the hospital with Yena. I don’t think he cares about whether you’re dead or not.” Ysabelle too had snuck into the Shelby residence and she did not dare to stay any longer.

“You poor thing. Your daughter is going to die soon and you can’t even see your mom one last time. If I were you, I would rather die here in the basement.” Turning around, Ysabelle shook her head as she headed to the door. “I think that the only way for you to leave the basement is for you to die in here and Josiah would then have to come to remove your dead body, isn’t it?” Meredith cried in despair as she watched Ysabelle walking out of the basement. Not only was she worried that Nia would lose her donor, but she felt more devastated and heartbroken for her mother. After crying for a while, through her teary eyes, Meredith noticed an empty bowl in the corner of the basement.

Crawling over, Meredith broke the bowl, took a piece of the shattered piece, and made a cut on her wrist.

She did not plan to take her own life, to be exact, she had no right to die.

She was reminded of what Ysabelle said earlier – the only way for her to leave the basement was for her to be dead and Josiah would then have to remove her body from the basement.