Chapter 4

I was trapped in the warped space within the car and could not move at all.

Wave after wave of pain radiated through me from my tummy, and the patch of dark blood on the car seat only grew.

The driver of the car in front, Jared Stewart, came out and came over to the driver’s seat of my car to give me a look. Then, he took out his phone and made a phone call.

“Mr. Stanton, I’ve stopped Mrs. Stanton’s vehicle by force as ordered. The car is on its side, and Mrs. Stanton is quite hurt. Should I call an ambulance?”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds.

Then, Oscar’s voice came through, cold as ice. “Give it a moment. Send her to the hospital once Cammie is safely escorted to her new residence.”

My breathing grew weaker.

The pain in my lower abdomen came faster and harder with every passing second.

The little life I had carried for four months was slipping away from me.

I struggled to speak, forcing out the words with the last of my strength.

“Take me to the hospital... I’m losing my baby...”

Jared panicked and said worriedly into the phone, “Mr. Stanton, Mrs. Stanton’s bleeding a lot. I’m afraid…”

“I said Cammie comes first.” Oscar’s voice was even colder. His tone brooked no argument.

Those words crushed the last fragile hope inside me.

I closed my eyes.

Tears streaked with blood slid down my face.

Whatever warmth I still carried went cold at that moment.

My consciousness sank into darkness.

When I next awoke, I was in an ambulance. Shrill sirens pierced the air.

An EMT was working frantically over me, trying to control the bleeding.

“She’s miscarrying and hemorrhaging! Her blood pressure is still dropping. Go faster!”

My eyelids felt like they were lined with lead, and the pain in my lower abdomen had given way to numbness.

I didn’t know how much time had passed before the ambulance suddenly screeched to a stop.

I was brought out and rushed to the emergency room. However, when we got there, several bodyguards in black suits stopped us.

“Mr. Stanton has reserved this entire hospital for Ms. Isley’s medical check-up. No one else is allowed inside.”

The EMT was on the verge of tears. “She’s miscarrying and losing massive amounts of blood! Every second of delay could kill her!”

The bodyguards were unmoved.

Expending all my strength, I took out my phone and called Oscar.

It took a long time for Oscar to answer.

His voice was tinged with anger as he said, “Luna? You’re such a bother. You actually followed us to the hospital? Stop trying to hurt Cammie. With me here, there’s nothing you can do to her.”

“Oscar…” My voice was breathy and distant. Every word seemed wrenched out of me. “I won’t come for her… Let me in… I’m dying…”

He scoffed. His tone was taunting as he said, “You’re a plague on this world, Luna, I doubt you’ll die so easily. If you do, I’ll die with you.”

Oscar hung up after saying that.

After that, the bodyguards seemed to have received new orders. They came up to push my stretcher away.

The EMT lunged forward to stop them. “You can’t do this! She is going to die! Let us in!”

Amid the chaos, someone in the crowd shouted, “Mr. Stanton is here!”

The lead bodyguard frowned.

Afraid that I would rush in during the commotion. He seized my arm and hauled me off the stretcher.

I hit the concrete hard.

My wounds tore opened, and blood spread beneath me in a vivid red pool.

I was sprawled on the ground, trying hard to lift my head.

Through the throng of people, I saw Oscar supporting Camilla as she walked out. He was carefully shielding her slightly protruding belly.

He seemed to be protecting something priceless.

The black Bentley slowly pulled away, shrinking to a speck before disappearing at the end of the road.

I opened my mouth, and blood spilled past my lips.

The light before my eyes gradually faded.

Beep—

The heart monitor emitted a single, piercing tone.

The world fell silent.

In the car, Oscar’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. He subconsciously rolled down the car window.

The medical staff’s voices could be heard in the evening breeze.

“Patient Luna Constantine has no signs of life. Time of death: 1853 hours.”

Oscar’s face went white.