Chapter 143

She started to feel a little dazed, as if the woman lying on the bed was her, and the man was the father of Eliza, lovingly feeding her a bowl of chicken soup after she had just given birth. This man was a talented painter who could bring beautiful landscapes and beautiful portraits of her to life with just a stroke of his pen. Unfortunately, the beautiful paintings couldn't be exchanged for a nice dress or a packet of milk powder. Their love was worn down by poverty, and their feelings for each other gradually grew cold. The painter man was less and less fond of coming home. After witnessing her friend suddenly become wealthy, a seed of dark and evil thoughts took root in her mind. She wanted to shake off poverty and she was not bad-looking, why couldn't she marry a rich man? Once this thought germinated, it couldn't be put out no matter what. At first, she was unwilling to abandon her child, thinking that maybe a rich man would accept the child along with her. But when she entered th