Then, Amelia remembered when she had stomach bleeding after a drinking party. The next morning, Damien only asked the maid to make her chicken noodle soup. She had once asked him to tie her hair into a simple ponytail, but he had said, "I don’t know how to do it."
Amelia stood frozen in place until Damien finally took Victoria out of the room.
Her legs were numb, but she stubbornly refused to move.
She didn’t want to go downstairs and see them. She didn’t want to feel like a foolish extra, a useless villain in their so-called love story. It was just like those romance novels she hated the most.
Perhaps because she was lost in thought, Amelia didn’t see the steps clearly as she walked downstairs. She stumbled. Then, she fell heavily.
"Ah!"
A sharp pain spread through her abdomen. She curled up on the ground, feeling a warm liquid slowly flowing from between her legs.
Her face turned pale instantly. With trembling fingers, she touched her lower abdomen. A terrifying thought crossed her mind.
"Madam!"
The maid rushed over in panic. When the maid saw the blood spreading on the floor, she became flustered.
"I-I’ll call an ambulance right away!"
The sound of sirens broke the quiet morning.
At the hospital, a nurse anxiously asked, "Where is the patient’s guardian? We need a family member to sign the consent form!"
The maid stomped her foot in frustration as she answered the nurse, "I-I called her husband over ten times, but he didn’t answer … "
She quickly picked up Amelia’s phone and continued, "I even called him seventeen times using my mistress’ phone ... but still, no answer … "
On the hospital bed, Amelia weakly opened her eyes and grabbed the nurse’s sleeve.
"I ... will sign it myself … I don’t want the child … "
Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried a crushing weight.
Amelia remembered how Damien had told her to prepare for pregnancy just two months ago. She hadn’t been careful with contraception. This child had come unexpectedly.
Now, it was leaving unexpectedly.
The doctor spoke seriously, "The situation is very dangerous. The child may not survive, but we can try-"
"There’s no need," Amelia whispered, closing her eyes.
Tears slipped silently down her face. On the cold operating table, the bright surgical light burned her eyes. The instruments made sharp, mechanical sounds and every movement felt like a piece of her flesh was being cut away.