Chapter 6

No one paid me any attention.

Everyone was busy rushing the unconscious Leo and Celeste to the hospital.

I got up, clutching my waist, and stared at the bloodstains on the ground, momentarily dazed.

I was dragged to the hospital with them. I explained:

“She threw herself down on purpose.”

“She seems to be jealous of me. Julian, isn’t that ridiculous?”

Julian’s eyes were closed, and a suffocating low pressure emanated from him. Everyone else hung their heads, but I wasn’t afraid.

I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to be burdened by anything else.

Just then, the doctor rushed out, his face anxious:

“Mr. Knight, Ms. Dubois is pregnant, but she’s bleeding heavily now. She needs a blood transfusion.”

In an instant, everyone present gasped.

I gripped the wall, my pupils constricting. Julian’s voice was low and hoarse:

“Sera Thorne’s blood type is the same as Celeste’s. Someone!”

Hearing this, my eyes widened in fury, and I screamed:

“Why?! I told you I didn’t push her! I won’t donate!”

Julian gripped my throat, gritting his teeth:

“Why should I believe you? Drugging me, seducing my adopted son—have I ever wrongly accused you of anything?”

My pupils trembled violently. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

But he wouldn’t let up:

“Born in a place like that, it’s not surprising what you’d do, is it?”

His words were like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into my heart.

He once pitied my background, pitied that I was born in a red-light district.

Now, his true thoughts were exposed.

I struggled to yank myself free, then sneered at him, my voice dripping with the malice I’d long mastered:

“Don’t pretend to be so virtuous! Are you a saint? You manipulate your own daughter-in-law…”

Julian’s eyes were bloodshot, veins throbbing. He slapped me across the face.

I staggered and fell to the ground, my ears ringing instantly.

This was the first time Julian had ever hit me.

Yet, I lowered my head and began to laugh, my laughter growing more and more desolate.

Julian turned his back, waving a hand, and his men dragged me away to draw blood.

Watching his resolute back, everything I once held dear vanished into thin air.

Bag after bag of blood was drawn, and I felt my life force draining away with it.

I was utterly weak, my legs so wobbly I could only rely on the nurse to sit upright.

My vision blurred. Before I passed out again, I heard the doctor say Celeste’s condition was stable.

I collapsed downward, a cold smile on my lips.

*Julian,* I thought. *I owe you nothing now.*

I don’t know how much time passed. A low male voice reached my ears:

“Why isn’t she awake yet? Give her the best medicine!”

The next second, I coughed sharply twice on the hospital bed, slowly waking up.

Julian immediately cut himself off, then snorted coldly and left the room.

This time, I didn’t spare him another glance.

Whether fate had given me a gift or poison, I no longer cared.

The sky was vast, the sea wide. Would I die without Julian’s love?

Clinging to a sliver of strength, I trembled as I rose.

Julian walked back into the room.

His eyes held an emotion I couldn’t decipher. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse:

“Leo’s awake. He wants to see you.”

I frowned, sensing something was off, but followed him to Leo’s room.