If he hadn’t been holding Jane in his arms when he said this, it might have been more convincing.
A large amount of warm liquid spilled out from below and Mike’s shoe sole was stained with blood.
But what he didn’t know was that this blood-soaked ground was from the child he cherished so much.
"Mike, this blood loss is abnormal!"
"You're getting married tomorrow, it’s unlucky to get blood on you, should we just stop?"
"Shut your mouth, you damn crow!"
Mike snapped sharply, then ordered the arena staff to hurry and call a doctor to stabilize my life.
"If she really dies, it’s only because her life is too weak!"
The pain crashed over me in waves like the tide and even fainting seemed like a luxury.
Mike’s friends took turns standing guard, ensuring that if I died, they could handle it in time.
They treated me like a living corpse, casually discussing my fate, their voices intermittently drifting into my ears.
"Mike is amazing. He even made Jane willingly be his mistress for life!"
"Yeah, and Jane became his lover even before she graduated, right? I remember that he had just proposed to Karen not long before that."
So, Mike had been cheating two years ago.
I didn’t know how his heart could be torn in two, yet he could still act so deeply affectionate in front of me.
I lay in the pool of blood, feeling my life slowly draining from me.
After emergency treatment, the bleeding finally stopped.
The child in my womb was gone.
In a daze, I heard Mike’s footsteps as he returned.
"Mike, she lost the child, it’s so pitiful. How about we just let her go? The money can be considered as charity..."
Jane pleaded for me with a sob, but Mike sneered coldly. "Jane, you're too kind! The law can’t educate people like her, the scum of society. Someone has to discipline her parents."
A new round of torment was about to begin.
After all, the rules of the underground fighting arena were clear—if you owed a debt you couldn’t pay, your body was the collateral.
As long as I didn't die, I could continue to be their tool for stress relief.
My consciousness fluctuated between excruciating pain and unconsciousness.
The sounds around me were a blur, as if they were muffled through a thick fog of blood.
Someone roughly grabbed my hair, dragging me into a damp and dark basement, throwing me onto the cold cement floor.
"Mr. Genevan said not to let her die, we need her for tomorrow."