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"What is wrong with him? Is he severely hurt, that is why you are worried about how I will react? If it is surgery that it requires, I don\'t mind donating any of my organs for him so just tell me what is wrong with my husband? I can handle just anything for him," Mrs Yang said, battling with the tears that were attempting to fall from her eyes.

"Madam, I am sorry to say this but your husband was brought into the hospital too late....,"

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Seeing how young and beautiful the late man\'s wife is, the doctor felt so pitiful for her. She had been in this job for over twenty years, but even at that she did not know how to relay the sad news to the nervous woman before her.

"What are you trying to say?" Mrs Yang cut her short sharply. She threw a murderous glare at the woman who dared to tell her that her beloved husband she saw few hours ago was dead.

"I am sorry for your lost, Madam," the doctor relayed sadly, as she tried to caress Mrs Yang\'s hand, but Mrs Yang instantly retracted her hands from the table.

"Are you saying my husband is dead?" Mrs Yang said, standing up. "That is impossible. I just saw him few hours ago so how can you say he is dead? Maybe you have mistaken my husband for somebody else. My husband cannot be dead," Mrs Yang shook her head in denial repeatedly. 

"I am deeply sorry for your lost," the doctor repeated, as she stood up to meet her in where she was standing. She was scared that at her current state, the woman might do something drastic, thereby endangering herself. 

"I will never believe that my husband is dead until I see him for myself," Mrs Yang said vehemently, warm tears tickling down her now pale face. She desperately wanted to believe that her husband was still alive, but so many possibilities made her think the doctor might be right.

If Xiaolin isn\'t the one, then how did the nurse got your number. Why hasn\'t he picked or return your calls if he is still alive, and why did the doctor recognise him at first glance on the picture if it isn\'t your Xiaolin she is referring to?

Mrs Yang assumed dejectedly, but despite all these possibilities she still insisted on seeing him before she would believe her.

Mrs Yang said silent prayers as she followed the doctor to the morgue.

Inside the morgue, Mrs Yang felt the urge to puke. Even when the doctor suggested she should go to the restroom, she still insisted on seeing the person first.

Even before the doctor even told her to identify the corpse, she had shut her eyes, afraid that she might see something she wished was not true. Mrs Yang slowly opened her eyes when the doctor told her to identify the corpse. The moment she got a glimpse of the corpse\'s face, she collapsed.

Thank goodness, the doctor had expected this reaction from her or else she would have sustained a severe injury if the doctor did not catch her on time.

"Hello, can you hear me?" The doctor asked, tapping her face gently.

"Wake up, Madam," the doctor said, still tapping her again to see whether she will get a reaction from the fainted lady.

"Assist me," the doctor ordered the male nurse who accompanied them into the morgue.

Because of the shock, Mrs Yang did not wake up for two days and when she did. The first thing she asked for was for her husband. The nurses and doctors had a hard time stabilising the woman who refused to accept reality.

People trouped in to visit her when they learned about the news of the demise of the incorruptible prosecutor. The sudden death of the prosecutor was the headline in many newspapers.

At these trying times, Mrs Yang\'s employees did not leave her side. They took turns in staying with her. 

On Mr Yang\'s funeral, the evil witch and her friends showed up pretending as though they wanted to pay their condolences. As they talked loudly among themselves they said that maybe Mr Yang was thinking about the extra-marital affairs that Mrs Yang was keeping. That is why he lost concentration and got hit by a passing vehicle. 

This single presumptuous words of them made people bring up ugly topics that Mrs Yang wanted to forget. Everyone\'s gossips and mockery words worsened Mrs Yang\'s mental health.

She was too sad to fight everyone. She cared less about their words. Mrs Yang, who seemed so lifeless, sprang up to her feet like a wounded lion the moment she got a glimpse of Mr Zhao\'s face in the funeral hall.

The first thing she greeted him with was with a slap. She moved to grab his collar.

"Are you happy now that you have carried out your threats, you bastard?" Mrs Yang shouted, hitting his chest with her right hand as her grip around his collar tightened. "You must feel so accomplished now that you have made me a widow, right?"

"Chunling, let go of me! You are suffocating me!" Suffocated, Mr Zhao said, struggling to wriggle out of her firm grip.

"I have always known that you are evil and today you have proved to me you are a monster, a murderer and....,"

"How dare you try to strangle my husband to death just like you caused the death of your husband? If you want to blame someone for his death, then you only have yourself to blame," Mrs Zhao, who just emerged from the crowd chided, trying to save her husband.

"If not for you, your husband would still be alive today. You killed him. You are a cold-blooded murderer. After doing that to the man who loved and devoted his entire life to you, you don\'t deserve to still be alive. Just die already," Mrs Zhao whispered these vicious words into her ears when Mrs Yang still refused to release Mr Zhao.

"No, I did not kill him. I love him more than my life, so how could I have killed him? I am surely not a murderer but you and your husband are!" Mrs Yang shouted, maniacally as she let go of Mr Zhao.

Mr Zhao breathed heavily after Mrs Yang released him. For a minute he couldn\'t recognise Chunling before him. Although she was normally fierce towards him, he has never seen her in this state.

Mrs Yang ran her fingers through her hair as her eyes roamed around the room in search of something, but nobody really knew what she was searching for.

"Since the both of you have killed the only person I have in this world, then I will make sure the both of us meet him in the other world," Mrs Yang said madly, as she grabbed hold of a flower vase. She approached the bewildered couples in full speed.

Both husband and wife did not need to be told that the crazy woman will hit them, they took to their heels before other mourners could stop Mrs Yang. Those who didn\'t believe in the nonsense Mrs Zhao and her friends said all gathered to console her.

Mrs Yang still had to get admitted in the hospital because of her health. A week later Mrs Yang still could not get over her lost. She was always in a trance. During those times nobody really knew what was going through her mind. The once beautiful and energetic Mrs Yang turned to a shadow of her old self just within the period of two weeks since her husband\'s death, she lost a lot of weight.

Since she no longer had someone to nag her about eating, she rarely ate, and even when the nurses tried to coax her into eating, she always got mad at them.

When she was admitted in the hospital, Mrs Zhao made it a point of duty just to visit her. Those who did not know her intentions always admired her, but the nurses in charge of Mrs Yang always frowned whenever they overheard the heart-wrenching words she always uttered to the poor woman. Despite how displeased her visits made them, they dared not reprimand her because of her family and husband\'s influence.

After noticing a slight improvement in Mrs Yang\'s health in the third week, the hospital discharged her. On the day the hospital discharged her, Feiyan, her Secretary came to escort her home but Mrs Yang declined her help with the excuse that she was alright. Feiyan reluctantly boarded a taxi after making sure that she saw Mrs Yang\'s driver drove out of the hospital. No matter how worried she was about her boss, she dared not to disobey her orders in fear that she might flare up.

When Mrs Yang got to her apartment door, she hesitated in opening the door. The beautiful memories of the house scared her. She was afraid that all the memories of her husband flood to her mind like a flow of river. She feared she will be unable to handle the heart-wrenching pains those beautiful memories will bring.