"Mrs. Coldsworth, I was just trying to be nice and offer you soup. But you wanted to burn me? Fine. But what if you hurt the baby in my belly?"
Regina grabbed onto Michael’s sleeve.
"I will leave after I give birth, but now I’ll have a scar. What if I can’t get married in the future?"
Michael’s eyes were full of pain.
"You will still be able to marry. I will marry you!"
Michael looked at me without noticing that my arm had been burned by the hot soup and was now blistered.
"Elizabeth, don’t go too far!"
He then picked Regina up and told his assistant to drag me into the car. When we arrived at the hospital, Regina kept crying and shouting that she would have a scar. I was sweating from the pain, but I still heard Michael’s cold voice.
"Elizabeth hurt you, so I’ll give you her skin!"
I trembled in fear, but then I saw someone familiar nearby. It was my mother’s personal maid. I listened closely and heard them speaking.
"Why hasn’t Miss Elizabeth come yet? Madam is dying!"
In that moment, all the fear inside me disappeared. When I thought about my mother, tears streamed down my face.
"Michael, I’ll give Regina the skin graft, just let me see my mother one last time. She’s next door!"
Michael laughed with anger.
"You’re an orphan. How could you have a mother? You should pick a better time to lie!"
Regina leaned against him, looking very weak.
"Mrs. Coldsworth, don’t you want to save me? Forget it. I’ll just lose the baby and leave. It’s all my fault."
She said that, but she didn’t move.
Michael gritted his teeth and signaled the assistant. The assistant locked the door. Outside the room, I heard my mother’s maid crying. I became more anxious.
"I’m begging you, the woman next door really is my mother! Please go ask!"
The assistant finally spoke.
"The one next door is Mrs. Emily Lovell from the Lovell Family, the richest family in London’s elite sociery. Elizabeth, your last name is Campbell. How could you be related to the Lovell Family?"
As soon as he said that, Michael sneered again.
The doctor prepared to push Regina into surgery. Michael forcefully lifted me. As soon as we left the room, I began to scream.
"Mom, it’s me, I’m Elizabeth!"
I saw people turning their heads. But the next second, Michael covered my mouth and held me tightly. He sneered.
"You’re still pretending."