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Tania shouted furiously, “You liar, you thief! Ruining one daughter wasn’t enough? Now you’re killing my other girl! I’ll end you!”
Completely unhinged, she genuinely wanted to strangle Cecilia then
and there.
A flicker of rage stirred in Cecilia’s eyes.
“You only have one daughter. Don’t speak of Prisci–you don’t deserve to.”
“You… Wesley! Are you just standing there watching Larissa get bullied by her?”
Tania tugged at Wesley’s arm, crying uncontrobly.
Carrying a Child, Yet Watching Her Man Attend Another Woman
Larissa was wheeled out of the emergency room and transferred to a general ward.
Though the wounds on her wrists were severe, timely intervention had spared her life.
Tania’s eyes were swollen from crying.
Cecilia cared little for Larissa’s fate, so she lingered only briefly before exiting the room.
Behind her, Wesley’s mocking voice sliced through the air: “Well? Are you satisfied now?”
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Cecilia turned to face him, her expression unreadable.
Was he ming Larissa’s suicide attempt on her?.
“What does her suicide have to do with me?”
Seeing her detached indifference, Wesley felt a chill seep into his bones.
Her callousness ran deeper than he’d imagined.
“She was already hurting. You shouldn’t have used Corrine to provoke her.”
This was what Wesley condemned most fiercely.
All Larissa had wanted then was her fiancé’s presence, yet Cecilia had deliberately mentioned Corrine–even permitted Johan’s intimate gestures toward her.
How could Larissa endure such cruelty?
White–hot fury surged through Cecilia’s chest, churning and leaping until her heart ached.
“I asked her in that room! She demanded I say it to her face! Now she can’t handle the truth–is that my fault?”
“How was she supposed to know what you and Johan were plotting?”
Wesley’s tone was stern.
Cecilia clenched her palm, her gaze icy and detached.
“Wesley, if you hadn’t hidden that Johan took Corrine from the start, none of this would’ve happened.”
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She turned her face away, fuming so hard that difort stirred in her abdomen.
“Cecilia, there were gentler ways to handle this. But you charged in recklessly.”
Recklessness only worsens things.
“And now, you still haven’t found Corrine.”
Wesley’s voice remained steady, eyes frosty.
Cecilia knew he resented her.
He believed she’d hurt Larissa.
A sour ache welled up, misting Cecilia’s eyes.
But she refused to let him see.
Turning her back, she stated tly, “Failing to find Corrine shows my ipetence, not that I should stay silent.”
The abdominal pain intensified, beading sweat on her forehead.
Her legs trembled slightly.
“Wesley, I don’t feel well.”
Gritting through the pain, she turned to seek help from her child’s father.
But behind her, the space stood empty.
Through the half–open hospital door, Wesley stood bent over Larissa’s bedside.
The tenderness on his profile was palpable as he murmured words only
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she could hear.
A pale face twisted into a mocking smile. Cecilia leaned against the wall, dragging herself out step by step.
Since Wesley saw only Larissa in his eyes and heart.
At this moment, her heart turned to dead ashes.
She no longer wanted this child.
Reaching the elevator, her legs finally gave way as she crumpled to the floor.
Her body grew colder, as if something was slowly slipping away.
The elevator doors slid open. Dazed, she tried to stand and leave, but her limbs refused to move.
Faintly, frantic voices seemed to call her name.
When Cecilia woke, an IV bag hung above her.
Her hand instinctively flew to her abdomen.
A nurse changing the IV bottle noticed her stirring. “Ms. Zamora, don’t worry. The baby is fine.”
Fine…
Cecilia sighed with reljef, yet an emptiness lingered.
She hadn’t wanted this child, yet he clung stubbornly within her.
The nurse added gently, “But Dr. Sarah Thompson said pregnancy requires emotional stability. Extreme highs and lows harm both you
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and the baby.”
Cecilia’s gaze fixed coldly on the man who had just entered. “You should be telling that to the father.”
The nurse turned, saw Wesley, and hurried from the room.
Wesley walked in, his gaze deep and resentful. “Why didn’t me you weren’t feeling well?”
you
tell
Her face pale and almost translucent, she offered a sarcastic smile. “What would I tell you?”
“The baby…”
“I told you yesterday, Wesley. I’m a pregnant woman.”
But he didn’t remember.
If he had, he wouldn’t have dragged her to the hospital because Larissa attempted suicide. He wouldn’t have kept using her.
Wesley stayed silent.
Cecilia turned her eyes away, unwilling to look at him. “Wesley,” she said coldly, “if you want this child born safely, stay away from me. And keep Larissa away too.”
Wesley’s expression turned icy, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Cecilia, it’s not like you care much about this child either, is it?
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