James and Isabella stood together on the steps, coldly observing her.
Emily endured the pain, struggling to move her body, attempting to climb the steps. She cried as she climbed, tears and snot smudging her face, looking extremely distressed and pitiful.
“Baby, please save our baby…” Emily struggled to say.
Isabella, seeing the trail of blood behind her, instinctively covered her mouth, looking shocked. “James, quickly call an ambulance, Emily seems to be having a miscarriage.”
However, James stood there, unmoved, his gaze unusually icy. “Another miscarriage? Who knows if she’s really pregnant this time or just acting.”
This scene in front of him seemed to overlap with the past. Back then, Emily pretended to be pregnant to frame Isabella, faking a miscarriage as well. He thought their child was truly lost, and he had cried alone several times, even felt heartbroken for a long time.
At that time, she had played him for a fool, thinking he was a laughingstock.
Seeing James had no intention of calling an ambulance, Isabella reluctantly took out her phone. She couldn’t just watch Emily bleed out; a miscarriage was also a dangerous thing.
Thinking back, James used to dote on Emily, wholeheartedly devoted to her. But now, he showed no concern for her life or death. This proves that one cannot always lie.
Emily was taken away in an ambulance, the vehicle whizzing off. Isabella and James naturally lost their appetite for dinner. She didn’t ask him to accompany her and drove home alone.
When she entered the house, Andrew was getting ready to go out.
“What happened?” Andrew, with a cool touch, pinched her slightly reddened cheek, staring at her coldly.
Isabella instinctively touched her face, wincing in pain. “It’s a ruse,” she casually replied.
“Mhm,” he hummed softly, his slightly deep voice expressing some displeasure.
She lowered her head, kicked off her shoes, and asked, “Going out?”
“Yes, got a gathering,” Andrew answered truthfully.
“Okay, come back soon.” She didn’t ask further, instead tiptoed and planted a kiss on his chin.
His slender fingers gently caressed his chin, his deep gaze entangling with hers, the warmth growing. Ever since marking her, his desire for her had intensified, the more he controlled, the more frustrated he became.
Their relationship was progressing well, and Andrew thought, maybe it was time to take it to the next level.
Soon after, Andrew left. Isabella changed into slippers and went upstairs.
She went back to her room, took a quick shower, rinsing off the dried red wine from her hair. Then, sitting in front of the dressing table, she blow-dried her hair. After her hair dried, she took out a medical kit from the drawer underneath the table and applied some anti-inflammatory ointment on her face.
Just as she put away the medical kit, her phone on the dressing table rang. It was Olivia calling.
“Emily had a miscarriage, just finished a dilation and curettage surgery. Charlotte and Victoria just arrived at the hospital, the ward is quite chaotic now,” Olivia said over the phone.
Although Isabella didn’t go to the hospital with the ambulance, Olivia wasn’t idle. Over the phone, one could faintly hear a woman’s hysterical screaming and wailing.
“Let me know when the drama’s over,” she said casually, glancing in the mirror.
She didn’t plan on joining the commotion at the moment.
Isabella stayed quietly at home, had a bowl of herbal duck soup, and comfortably took a nap. After waking up, she received a call from Olivia.
“Charlotte and Victoria have left the ward. If you want to come, now would be a good time,” Olivia said.
After hanging up, Isabella prepared to go out.
She applied delicate makeup, a thin layer of foundation perfectly covered her slightly swollen face. Opening the closet, filled with various dresses and clothes, she chose the most flamboyant one.
If she was going to protest, she might as well do it with some flair.
She drove to the downtown Maternity Hospital, took the elevator, and walked into the Obstetrics and Gynecology ward on the seventh floor.
Emily was in a single room. As it wasn’t visiting hours, the corridor in the ward was empty and quiet.
Olivia stood at the entrance to the ward area. Seeing Isabella arrive, she strolled over slowly. “I didn’t know you had a habit of kicking someone when they’re down. That woman, we should teach her a lesson too.”
Isabella gave her a cold glance and glanced around the ward area. Because it wasn’t visiting hours, the ward was off-limits to idle visitors. But for them, slipping in wouldn’t be difficult.
“You distract the nurse, and I’ll slip in quietly,” Isabella said.
Olivia nodded. This kind of thing was a walk in the park for her.
In high heels, Olivia walked to the nurse’s station, smiling as she asked the duty nurse, “Hello, could you help me find which room Lily is in?”
Casually mentioning Lily’s name, she intentionally blocked the nurse’s line of sight while speaking.
“Sure, please wait a moment,” the nurse bent down to check on the computer.
Olivia leaned into the nurse’s station, engaging the nurse in conversation, diverting her attention. Her hands behind her back gestured to Isabella.
Isabella lightened her steps, swiftly passed by the nurse’s station, and slipped into the ward area.
Olivia breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and nonchalantly rested her chin on her hand.
The nurse searched on the computer for a while but couldn’t find any patient named Lily. “Sorry, miss, are you sure you got the name right? There’s no patient named Lily on this floor.”
“Really? Maybe I made a mistake. If you can’t find it, that’s okay,” Olivia casually said, turning to leave.
…
Meanwhile, Isabella had entered Emily’s room.
Due to Emily’s constant agitation, the doctor had the nurse inject her with a sedative. She had calmed down by now.
Hearing the sound of the ward’s door, Emily instinctively thought it was James arriving. She excitedly sat up from the hospital bed. “James, is that you? I knew it, you wouldn’t ignore me.”
However, the door was slowly pushed open, and unexpectedly, Isabella’s figure appeared in her sight.
“You’re waiting for James?” Isabella gazed with her golden eyes, a hint of mocking smile on her lips. “You might be disappointed. He’s not coming.”
“Shut up, you vile woman!” Emily’s emotions, seeing her, once again spiraled out of control, stumbling as she jumped off the bed.
“Isabella, you murderer, give me back my child!” Emily hoarsely shouted, attempting to rush at her, her eyes filled with a murderous intent.
But intentions don’t kill, and Isabella effortlessly dodged her as she lunged forward, Emily not even touching her clothes.