Chapter 3

"Fine, if you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences. Break her hand to prevent future trouble," Yvonne sneered.

"No, Yvonne! Have you forgotten how much my mother loves you?" I screamed. "When you had a cold and fever and I wasn't home, she stayed by your bedside every night to take care of you. You said you wanted to be childless and she had no objections, even though she loves having grandchildren. She just wanted us to be happy."

"But why did you lie? You lied to us about being childless and then used a business trip as an excuse to come to this city and have a child with this man. Yvonne, if you don't have feelings for me, why did you insist on having my mother arrange your marriage to me? Why?" I couldn't help but cry.

"My mother has a heart condition. She didn't tell you because she was afraid that you'd worry. Don't make things difficult for her anymore."

However, she couldn't hear my roars. Her only focus now was Corey and the child in her arms.

She even went as far as to deny our entire relationship, simply because she feared people might misunderstand and hurt Corey.

It was pathetic. Yvonne considered every single detail of that man's feelings. Yet, she never once thought that my mother and I were in actual danger.

Suddenly, someone decided to stand up for Corey. He grabbed a wine bottle, smashed it over my head and kicked me away with such force that I went flying.

For a brief moment, a flicker of concern finally appeared on Yvonne's face, but that worry vanished in less than three seconds.

"Yvonne, don't worry," Corey scorned. "This is just a trick Mark and his mother are playing to get sympathy. She didn't have a heart attack earlier or later, but they chose to say they had one when they threw my son. It's just an excuse to avoid making a solemn vow."

His relatives quickly followed his lead. They swarmed around, blocking Yvonne's path while they began to beat and curse my mother.

My mother was beaten until she lay on the ground, barely breathing and completely motionless. Swallowing my sobs, I crawled toward her—only for Corey to raise his foot and crush my hand beneath it.

"Corey, get out of my way! Yvonne, tell them to stop! My mother's heart attack has relapsed. I need to get her to the hospital immediately."

At that moment, I felt utterly hopeless. If I had known it would end like this, we wouldn't have come. I should have just divorced Yvonne Stanfield.

Sadly, she remained deaf to my cries for help, choosing instead to coax the baby in her arms softly.

Driven by pure hatred, I found the strength to scramble up and land a punch on Corey. Then, I rushed over to lift my mother, but her breathing was so faint that it terrified me. Without a second thought, I carried her onto my back and ran outside.

However, I was in a strange place and the car had run out of gas on the way there. Left with no choice, I had to turn back and beg Yvonne for help.

She happened to chase after me at that moment, calling out, "Honey, I won't hold what happened with your mother against you anymore. But listen to me, I was desperate to have a child with Corey. He saved my father's life and the only way he wanted us to repay that debt was by giving him a child. You take your mother and leave for now and when I get back ... "

"Yvonne!" I interrupted, "My mother is in critical condition! I am only asking you to drive us to the hospital right now!"

Seeing that something was truly wrong with my mother, Yvonne prepared to take us. Alas, Corey stepped out and grabbed her. "It's bad, Yvonne! Our son's head is bleeding. It must have happened when he was dropped earlier!"

With that one sentence, Yvonne immediately abandoned the idea of taking us to the hospital. Instead, she turned a furious glare toward my mother.

"This is all your fault for coming here to cause trouble!" she snapped.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she ran back inside impatiently, leaving us helpless and despairing.

I had no choice but to carry my mother out, suppressing my heartache and grief, pleading for help from passersby. Fortunately, a van driver agreed to take us to the hospital.

Now, I wait by the door of the emergency room, unable to sit still.