?Chapter 97:


    Vivian turned pale, and blood began to seep through her pajamas, staining them red.


    Jeff tensed up and immediately checked on her, feeling a surge of panic.


    “Hold on—I’m taking you to the doctor right now.”


    Over the years, he had been involved with many women, but Vivian was the only one who became pregnant. The child she carried represented his future hopes. He was determined to protect the unborn child at all costs.


    Vivian’s face contorted in pain. Earlier, she had taunted Sharon boldly, but now, clutching her stomach, she gasped for breath. Jeff grabbed her arm, intending to rush her to the hospital.


    But Sharon lunged at Jeff, seizing his arm with a fierce look in her eyes.


    “You’re taking her to the doctor? Over my dead body! Let her suffer to death.”


    For women, not only childbirth but the entire pregnancy could be a life-and-death issue. Given the circumstances, if Vivian didn’t receive medical help soon, both she and the child could die. Sharon watched, consumed by the crisis.


    Jeff shot Sharon a furious look, his eyes zing.


    “Mark my words. If anything happens to this baby, you’ll regret it.”


    With that, he wrenched his arm free. Anticipating another attack, he defensively kicked Sharon in the stomach.


    Sharon screamed, doubling over and clutching her belly, writhing on the ground.


    Jeff didn’t even look back. He helped Vivian into the car and started it up. As he did, Sharon threw herself onto the hood. Her face was twisted by resentment. She had lost her mind.


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    “Go ahead, kill me if you dare!”


    Sharon had never felt so wronged in her entire life. Her anger was uncontroble.


    She vowed to make both the cheater and his mistress pay dearly.


    “You!”


    Jeff was so furious, he was at a loss for words, ring at Sharon. If looks could kill, she would have been torn apart by now.


    Suddenly, Vivian’s cries intensified. Blood flowed more profusely from between her thighs, and she was slick with cold sweat. Momentster, she lost consciousness. Her life was hanging by a thread.


    Katelyn, tense, touched the door of her car. She couldn’t believe Sharon could wish death upon Vivian.


    Just as Katelyn was about to step out and intervene, she saw another car approaching in her rearview mirror. Relieved, she settled back into her seat. Lise had arrived.


    Lise exited her vehicle and nearly copsed at the chaos before her. She had onlyst seen Sharon moments ago, yet everything had escted so quickly.


    Sharon was sprawled across the car’s windshield like a wild animal. Jeff was ring at her, and in the passenger seat was presumably his mistress, as Lise deduced.


    Observing the debacle, Lise felt disgusted. She questioned how someone of Sharon’s caliber had ever navigated through the years as Mrs. Bailey. There were numerous ways to handle an affair discreetly, but Sharon had chosen the most scandalous route. Lise felt disgraced.


    She regretted returning to the Bailey family. Instead of enjoying any benefits, she was constantly burdened by problems.


    Jeff, gripping the steering wheel, clenched his teeth. “You gave a death wish? I’ll grant it.”


    As he snapped, he stepped on the gas without hesitation. Lise dashed in front of the car in disbelief.


    “Dad, what are you doing? Are you really going to run them over?”


    Jeff was unmoved by his daughter’s plea and cursed, “Drag her away, or I’ll run down both of you.”


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