"Daddy doesn't love me anymore! Mommy, it hurts!"
Hans' attention was immediately drawn to Damien, who was crying in Irene's arms.
His small palms were scraped and bleeding.
"Hans, I'm sorry for Damien's behavior. Please don't hurt him like this. After all, Damien is small, how could he push someone as big as Violette to the ground?" Irene said. Her eyes were teary, tears streaming down her beautiful blue eyes as if her heart ached to see her son hurt.
A guilty expression flashed across Hans's face, and he quickly grabbed Damien and calmed him in his arms. "I'm sorry, Daddy was wrong. Damien, don't cry anymore."
"Daddy, it hurts, my hands are bleeding..."
"Daddy will take you to the hospital." Hans stood up anxiously.
"Hans, my stomach hurts..." Violette tried to call out to him, her voice weak from the pain in her stomach.
Hans turned without glancing at Violette and left.
Irene smiled triumphantly at Violette, then left following Hans.
Violette lowered her eyes to the cold ground, her shoulders slumped as if she had lost all hope. She covered her face and laughed. Her hopes had soared for a moment when Hans showed concern for her, then those hopes fell cruelly in an instant.
The laughter turned into cries of pain.
Pain spread through her body. She curled up, feeling warm liquid flowing down her thigh. Violette's face paled as she saw blood flowing from her leg and pooling on the ground.
"Ah! Ma'am!" A gardener passing by found Irene and shouted in panic as he approached her. "I'll call Mr. Lombardi."
Violette immediately held his hand. "No need. Call an ambulance, take me to the hospital. And please tell the hospital to keep my identity confidential."
They arrived at the hospital. As Violette had requested, the doctors kept her presence at the hospital confidential.
"Where is Mr. Lombardi? We've called him, but he's not answering the phone!" a nurse said anxiously. "We need him to sign the consent form."
"Ma'am, what should we do? Mr. Lombardi isn't answering his phone even though I've called twenty times using your number," the gardener said anxiously.
The doctor said seriously, "We can't wait. The situation could be dangerous for Mrs. Lombardi if we wait any longer. This child cannot be saved because of the delay, and Mrs. Lombardi's body is severely malnourished..."