Chapter 7

At dawn, I'd already packed my bags and was carrying them downstairs.

Right there in the hall, I witnessed a revolting scene.

Grace, completely ignoring the strange looks from the pack guards and servants nearby, sat suggestively on Leo's lap, giggling as she waited for Leo to feed her breakfast.

Seeing me come downstairs, Grace pretended to be startled, scrambling off Leo's lap like a frightened deer.

I paid no attention to this sickening display, walking straight ahead with my luggage, ready to leave.

"Stop!"

Leo called out immediately. His gaze fell on my luggage, brows furrowed, voice sharp. "Amelia, what tantrum are you throwing this early in the morning? Where are you going with that luggage?"

I had no intention of responding.

Seeing I was leaving, Grace immediately put on an aggrieved expression.

She picked up a glass of milk from the table and walked over, her tone full of false concern. "Amelia, don't be angry. I noticed you haven't had breakfast. Here, drink some milk first..."

"Take it away."

I said coldly, casually pushing away the glass she offered.

"Ah!"

Grace screamed, deliberately falling backward dramatically and landing hard on the floor.

"Leo, it hurts! Amelia, why did you push me!"

She clutched her belly and cried out, tears instantly streaming down her face.

"Amelia, I know you've always resented me, but I was just kindly offering you milk. Why did you deliberately push me!"

Leo immediately flew into a rage.

He first checked on Grace's condition, his hands caressing her belly, whispering comfort.

"I'm fine, Leo." Grace sobbed. "Just a little frightened. But Leo, I'm so scared of what Amelia might do next."

Then he stood up and strode toward me.

I tried to step back, but he grabbed my arm.

"Didn't I warn you?!" he roared, gripping my chin so hard it felt like he'd crush the bone.

"Since you won't drink it yourself, I'll feed you personally!"

He angrily grabbed the remaining milk and roughly forced my mouth open, pouring the milk directly down my throat.

I choked violently, struggling desperately, but he threw me aside like trash.

I lost my balance and my forehead slammed hard into the corner of a nearby table.

Sharp pain struck, and warm blood instantly streamed down my forehead, blurring my vision.

Suddenly, a tearing pain shot through my abdomen.

"It hurts..." I clutched my belly, crying out for help. "My stomach hurts so much..."

However, Leo only looked down at me coldly from above, not a trace of mercy in his eyes.

"Amelia, you think you can fool me with this pathetic act?" he scolded harshly. "You just viciously attacked a mother carrying a pup, and now you're playing pitiful? Let me tell you, your tricks don't work on me!"

Suddenly, Grace's voice came from nearby.

"Leo? I think my belly really hurts. Is it the pup..."

He turned without hesitation and carefully lifted Grace from the floor into his arms.

"Don't be afraid. I'll take you to the pack hospital right now."

He coaxed Grace in gentle tones, his voice full of concern.

He personally carried Grace and strode out of the main house.

Even now, with me lying on the ground covered in blood, struggling in pain, he didn't spare me a single glance.

This realization was more sobering than any physical pain.

He would hurt me without mercy to protect Grace.

Wave after wave of excruciating pain hit me.

With trembling, bloodstained fingers, I pulled out my phone and dialed emergency services myself.