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My one-year-old son died in a strange drowning accident, and Edwin Morris, my husband forbade anyone from investigating what really happened. I was confused, and when I turned around, I caught him talking to Jerry Shaw, the butler. He said, "Lillian didn't mean to hurt Grover. Make sure no one in the Morris family finds out about this." Worried I might go after Lillian Grote, Edwin sent her away in the middle of the night, despite all the chaos outside. From then on, Edwin never spoke of it again. Instead, he became more attentive to me, treating me with extra care. He acted as if Lillian had never existed, and even told me his greatest wish was to be with me forever. But after five years without any sign of pregnancy, Edwin got wasted at his birthday party, his face streaked with tears as he sobbed on Jerry's shoulder. He choked out, "I have no other wishes. All I want is to have a child of my own with Bertha." But what Edwin didn't know was that he'd never get his wish.