Chapter 7
At that moment, a tall man appeared in front of me, his voice laced with mockery.
“How do you always end up in such a pitiful state?”
I was in too much pain to respond.
“Such a beautiful woman, yet every time I see you, you’re more miserable than before. Tsk
tsk.”
Though his words were sharp, his actions weren’t. He swiftly took off his coat and wrapped
it tightly around me,
then scooped me up effortlessly and carried me to his car.
“Take us to the nearest hospital,” he ordered.
The silver–gray Rolls–Royce sped through the torrential rain, slicing through the night.
Unable to bear the pain any longer, I passed out.
I slept deeply.
When I woke, the man was sitting by my bedside, casually flipping through a magazine.
His long legs stretched out comfortably. Compared to Tyler Horton’s stiff demeanor, this man radiated an air of effortless ease.
His face was strikingly handsome, like a Greek god come to life, sculpted to perfection.
Noticing I was awake, he walked over to the bed.
“It seems that every time I see you, you’re worse off than the last,” he remarked.
I narrowed my eyes in confusion. “I’ve only seen you once before.”
He shook his head with a smile. “Twice.”
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I stared at him, puzzled.
He thought for a moment, then explained: “The first time was the day you and that woman
were kidnapped.
By the time I arrived, you were already unconscious.”
My eyes widened. “It was you-”
es, I was the one who saved you. As for that woman–since it was all part of her own
elaborate scheme,
I left her there to enjoy the fruits of her labor.”
“Four men, one woman, two whole days. Quite the spectacle, wasn’t it? I hear she got what she wanted–ovaries removed and all,”
he said with a casual smile, as if recounting a mundane tale. “People should pay for their
actions, don’t you think?”
I clenched the blanket tightly in my fists. “I was struck on the head during the kidnapping,
When I woke up, I had lost six months of memory.”
The man raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“That’s why you married Tyler Horton?”
The thought of the humiliation I’d endured after our wedding made me grit my teeth. “Yes.”
“I was surprised when I heard about your wedding,” he said, shaking his head. “The venue you rented for it? That was my estate.”
I responded calmly, “They accused me of orchestrating the kidnapping, of causing Sarah lose her ability to have children.
They said I had to bear a child for Sarah as penance.”
to
“Love makes fools of us all,” he said with a laugh. “Sarah says something, and Tyler believes
it without question.”
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Then his gaze sharpened as he looked at me. “And you–every word from Tyler, you believe
too.”
I bit back my anger. “I never believed him.”
The memory of my mother’s memorial flashed through my mind again–Sarah’s moans
echoing from her room…
Suppressing the hatred boiling inside me, I said as calmly as I could: “They both deserve to
urn in hell.”
The man’s expression softened, a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes.
“The blood clot in your brain has dissolved, but after being drenched in the rain and falling
down the stairs,
it’s unlikely you’ll be able to keep the baby.”
He paused, then asked, “What do you plan to do?”
I bit my lip.
After my mother’s death and my father’s abandonment, this unborn child was the only remaining connection to my life.
Silently, I placed a hand over my stomach before asking him, “Where’s my phone?”
He retrieved it from the drawer and handed it to me.
Looking at the screen, I realized I had been unconscious in the hospital for three days.
There were no missed calls or messages from Tyler.
But that was just like him.
I dialed his number. On the other end, I could hear the sound of wind rushing past.
“Finally decided to stop playing dead, huh? What do you want now?” Tyler sneered.
“Elizabeth, you’re truly pathetic.”
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I responded calmly, “Tyler, I’m pregnant.”
He let out a derisive snort. “Elizabeth, don’t tell me you’re lying again.”
“Believe it or not.”
After a moment of silence, he said coldly,
“Take good care of Sarah’s baby. I’ll come back tonight.”
In the background, I heard Sarah calling him.
“Tyler, it’s your turn!”
I hung up the phone and turned to the man standing before me.
“I want an abortion,” I said firmly.
