Yvonne quickly stepped away from the computer, but he caught her and pulled her into his arms. "Yvonne, are you really leaving tomorrow?"
She chuckled, "Yes, because I have to go home. I've kept my promise to you."
"But … can you really bear to leave?" Corey said as he reached out to caress her skin, stirring her desire and causing her to lose all sense of direction.
At that point, Yvonne completely forgot that the video call with me was still connected.
I could hear that man whisper seductively, "Don't you want to be intimate with me one last time before you go?"
Under Corey's seduction, Yvonne gradually succumbed. She took the initiative, hooking her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately—the classic behavior of a woman driven by lust.
Watching from behind the screen, I clenched my fists as a fire of humiliation consumed me. Unable to watch any longer, I shut off the phone.
It was at that exact moment when the doctor rushed over to inform me that my mother had taken her own life. She had voluntarily removed her oxygen tube to avoid being a burden to me.
The doctor also told me that her ultimate goal was to buy back our family property after it had been pawned.