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Chapter 9

Author: Palma W
Without the result she wanted, Vicky went to pieces.

She smashed everything in the room.

Vases, teacups, skincare bottles, all of it.

While trying to calm her down, Ryan let slip that I couldn't have children anymore.

It didn't quiet her.

"I don't believe you. You're lying to me. You just love Elena, that bitch. You only want her, not me."

Vicky screamed herself hoarse, beating her own stomach with both fists.

Once. Twice. Three times.

"No, no, that's not true."

"Let go of me! You're all liars!"

"Vicky, stop, don't hurt the baby—"

Another wave of chaos swept through.

The caretaker came to tell me all of this while I was taking painkillers.

The closer my departure came, the faster the human-form energy drained out of me.

Sometimes the pain was bad enough to make me wish it would just end.

Like someone had lit a fire inside my chest, and my whole body was burning from the inside.

I swallowed the tablet. The tightness in my chest eased slightly.

I waited for the pain to fade and managed a faint smile.

"Just wait. There's plenty of drama left ahead of them."

Vicky's personality was arrogant and possessive, always wanting to dominate. She could hold herself together when she didn't have what she wanted. Now that she did, the mask was off.

At the rate she was going, it wasn't just Ryan who wouldn't be able to take it. Whether the baby would even survive was a real question.

Sure enough.

A few days later, Ryan came to find me.

He looked at me with no particular expression. When he spoke, the first words out of his mouth were: "Vicky lost the baby."

I looked up.

Said nothing.

"Satisfied now, Elena?"

The next second, his fist hit the wall.

Blood seeped through his knuckles, dripping down.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The look he turned on me was full of rage and hatred.

"Elena. When did you get so cold?"

"If you had just apologized, Vicky wouldn't have gotten like this. And the baby wouldn't be gone. At the end of all this, don't you feel even a shred of guilt?"

That's when I understood. He was blaming me for Vicky losing the baby.

I almost laughed.

"I wonder: when I lost my child, did Professor Carter ever once ask his dear old friend whether she felt a single moment of guilt or remorse?"

My voice was very calm.

So calm it sounded foreign even to me.

"It wasn't on purpose."

The words were out before he could stop them.

"She was young. Are you going to hold it against her forever?"

Then he seemed to realize what he'd said.

He waved it off, face ashen.

He stumbled back a step.

The sole of his shoe hit the floor with a dull thud.

"Forget it. There's no point talking about this."

"These next weeks I'll be with Vicky. Don't show up and upset her for no reason. I'll come see you once she's feeling better. You'd better watch your step."
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