In Fiona’s cry of agony, her index finger broke, the taste of blood filling her nose. Fiona couldn’t help but scream in pain, her teeth and lower jaw hitting the ground. Despite the pain, her strength seemed to increase, but she still couldn’t break free from the person holding her down.
Numbness followed the intense pain, and Fiona gave up struggling. She lay on the ground, looking at her broken finger.
Harry had cut off her right index finger, dyeing it red in the blood. Tears uncontrollably fell from her eyes as she repeated, “My finger… my hand…”
Just recently, Harry had promised to marry her. She had even picked out an engagement ring at the mall, imagining how beautiful the wedding ring would look on her right hand. So many media had blessed her on finally getting her wish… but now the result was like this.
The wedding was off, and her finger was broken.
Tears and blood mixed together, and Fiona gasped in pain.
Throwing away the knife in his hand, Harry looked at Fiona’s hand, listening to her cries of pain. But in his mind, he saw Hattie in the prison, suffering more than Fiona, her hand crushed bone and flesh, not simply severed by a knife.
Feeling suffocated in this place, Harry couldn’t stay any longer. Though Fiona was screaming, he heard Hattie’s cries in his ears, experiencing auditory hallucinations.
“Throw her out later and clean up here.”
“Yes.” The bodyguard, seeing Fiona no longer moving, loosened his grip on her slightly.
Fiona’s gaze shifted from the pool of blood to Harry, her face pale, her vision becoming blurry and her breathing weakening.
She only knew Harry was heartless, but she didn’t expect him to be heartless enough to cut off her finger for Hattie’s revenge, disregarding the feelings they had known for so many years.
Harry took back the gold chain, cutting off her finger, symbolizing the end of their relationship.
Fiona hated him. Her gaze was fierce, but a smile tugged at her lips. “Harry, you have no heart. You are a madman, a lunatic. Do you think cutting off my finger can ease your conscience, can make up for Hattie’s hatred towards you? You’re dreaming! Hattie will hate you forever. There is no possibility between you two. If you keep her by your side, one day she will kill you. Harry, I’m waiting for your retribution. You won’t have it easy.”
Fiona watched Harry’s indifferent figure, having no retreat and not allowing herself to step back. Hattie was gradually taking away her most precious things. As long as she was alive, she wouldn’t let Hattie off the hook!
Harry remained silent, wanting to ignore what Fiona said. But the more he ignored, the clearer her words echoed in his ear, his heart tightening, a fear like never before enveloping him. An icy chill spread from his spine to his entire body, even his fingers becoming stiff from the cold.
Harry stumbled out of the basement in disarray. The weather outside was beautiful, with a rainbow appearing after the rain, signaling the arrival of spring. The flowers around were blooming.
He remembered how much Hattie loved going out in spring to take photos, loving the flowers.
The sunlight outside was too good to miss. Harry couldn’t wait to go back. He wanted to take Hattie out for some fresh air, even if they couldn’t leave the hospital, just walking in the garden downstairs would be good.
Maybe Hattie’s mood would improve, and her recovery would be related to her state of mind.
Harry took out his phone to check the time, but as soon as he turned it on and connected to the internet, notifications popped up on the screen, most notably the five missed calls.
How could there be so many missed calls? Harry clicked on them to see they were from the nurse responsible for looking after Hattie. He had instructed her to call him if anything happened to Hattie.
The nurse had called when he was in the basement, where there was no signal. The missed calls only showed up when he came out.
Five missed calls… all close together. That meant something significant had happened, or the nurse wouldn’t have called repeatedly.
An unknown fear made his heart race faster. Harry’s hands trembled, almost dropping the phone. He dialed back, and the call went through.
“Dudu…”
With each ring, Harry’s heart tightened, feeling like a hand was squeezing his heart and driving nails into it.
Right before the call was about to end on the tenth ring, the other party picked up.
Anxiously, Harry asked, “Where’s Hattie?”
“Song… Mr. Stewart, Miss Mason has had an accident. Where are you?” The nurse fumbled with her words, her voice laced with tears. She harbored many complaints, wondering why Harry would do such a thing to Hattie just after giving birth, why he would leave Hattie alone in the hospital without a care, why she had called him five times with no answer.
Now Harry was anxious to return her call, but it was too late…
“What happened to her? I’m on my way to the hospital.”
Self-consolation was meaningless. Sometimes, the better you think, the crueler reality turns out, just like now.
The devastating news suddenly hit him.
The nurse said over the phone, “Shortly after you left, Miss Mason had heavy bleeding. She was taken to the emergency room, and the doctor suggests performing a hysterectomy due to her condition.”
Harry staggered, as if struck by lightning. He couldn’t come to his senses for a while, hearing his hoarse voice saying, “I’m not there, how dare the hospital perform such a surgery on her? I’ll be back soon, think of a better solution. There’s no need to remove her uterus.”
Hattie had just turned thirty this year. Her future was still long, and a hysterectomy meant she couldn’t get pregnant, couldn’t have her own baby.
Harry’s tone grew more severe. “Tell the doctors not to perform that surgery on her. Do you hear me? Wait for me to get back to discuss it!”
“But it’s already too late,” the nurse said timidly.
“What do you mean, too late?” Harry felt like he had fallen into an icy pit, a sharp pain piercing his heart and causing it to collapse.