"Michelle Monroe, how shaless can you be? While I’m pregnant, you go and do sothing so disgraceful. Not only do you show no remorse, but you also want to divorce to fulfill your desires?" Michelle Monroe’s words made Ivana Monroe feel as nauseated as if she had swallowed a fly. Shocked and angered, the pain in her lower abdon intensified, her face turned pale as she clutched her stomach, her legs shaking violently, her face full of agony.
Zachary Heston was about to get up to help her when Michelle Monroe suddenly seized his arm, tearing off her fragile facade, revealing a hint of disgust on her face. She yelled sharply, "Ivana Monroe, let tell you the truth. The child you’re carrying isn’t Zachary’s; it’s a bastard from outside."
Ivana Monroe was stunned: "No, impossible..."
"Don’t believe ? Ask Zachary..."
"Michelle Monroe, shut up." The incident from nine months ago was a ticulously planned sche, and Zachary Heston hadn’t expected Michelle Monroe to blurt it out. Not caring how much Michelle knew about the details, he hurriedly scolded her coldly.
"Zachary, did I say anything wrong? You’ve done enough for her, but what about her? She was ssing around outside and got pregnant with a filthy bastard. She’s betrayed you..."
Zachary Heston was silent. His silence was a bolt from the blue for Ivana Monroe, confirming Michelle Monroe’s claim.
Ivana Monroe’s mind went blank, her whole body as if placed in an icebox, shivering from head to toe.
Another intense wrenching pain shot through her lower abdon, hot liquid flowed out, and the loose nightdress she wore was stained red with blood.
At that mont, the phone suddenly rang.
"It’s Mrs. Heston calling." Michelle Monroe picked up Zachary Heston’s phone from the leather bedside table, and seeing the caller ID, her heart filled with glee.
Zachary Heston reached out and accepted the phone from Michelle Monroe’s hand, his thumb gently sliding to answer the call.
"A-Chuan, co back quickly, your father’s heart condition has flared up again, hurry and take him to the hospital." On the other end was Mrs. Heston’s anxious voice.
"Mom, don’t worry, I’ll drive back right away." Zachary Heston ended the call with a serious expression.
"Don’t go, Zachary, I beg you, find soone to take to the hospital first." It doesn’t matter whose child it is; it carries half of her blood. She wants to give birth to him.
Ivana Monroe reached out to grab Zachary Heston’s leg, terrified by the amount of blood she had lost. Ivana, abandoning her pride, desperately pleaded with him: "As long as you take to the hospital, I’ll agree to divorce you, fulfilling your wish to be with Michelle Monroe."
"Ivana Monroe, you’re too selfish. The child you’re carrying is just a little bastard, how can it compare to Mr. Heston? Zachary, you should quickly go and take Mr. Heston. I will take sister to the hospital."
"No need for you to take her. I’ll drop off my father, then co back to take her. It won’t be too late." After finishing, Zachary Heston kicked Ivana Monroe’s hand away and walked out of the room briskly.
Ivana Monroe fell to the ground, her heart cold as ice. The Heston’s old mansion was a twenty-minute drive away. If it took him that long to drop off Mr. Heston and co back to take her to the hospital, would the child inside her still have a chance?
She had lost so much blood; if she wasn’t taken to the hospital in ti and hemorrhaged, it could very possibly result in the deaths of both mother and child.
Ivana Monroe gritted her teeth and struggled to get up from the ground; she didn’t believe for a mont that Michelle Monroe would kindly take her to the hospital.
She could only rely on herself.
Ivana Monroe held her lower abdon and struggled to walk out, intending to return to her room to get her phone and call 911 for help.
At this point, Michelle Monroe had already taken advantage of the situation to get dressed and followed behind her.
"Ivana Monroe, the hospital is far and difficult to reach; why not let take you... down the path to death."
Michelle Monroe’s red lips curled up into a vicious smile. Suddenly, she lifted her leg and kicked Ivana Monroe hard on the rear.
Ivana Monroe’s body instantly lost balance, rolling down from the second floor. Her head spun rapidly, and her skull struck heavily against the edge of the stairs, realizing what Michelle Monroe had just done to her.
Ivana Monroe felt overwheld with grief and hatred. The intense pain was like gears grinding against her entire body.
She rolled down the stairs, leaving behind shocking traces of blood.
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