"I will leave after I give birth, but now I’ll have a scar. What if I can’t get married in the future?"
Michael’s eyes were full of pain.
"You will still be able to marry. I will marry you!"
Michael looked at me without noticing that my arm had been burned by the hot soup and was now blistered.
"Elizabeth, don’t go too far!"
He then picked Regina up and told his assistant to drag me into the car. When we arrived at the hospital, Regina kept crying and shouting that she would have a scar. I was sweating from the pain, but I still heard Michael’s cold voice.
"Elizabeth hurt you, so I’ll give you her skin!"
I trembled in fear, but then I saw someone familiar nearby. It was my mother’s personal maid. I listened closely and heard them speaking.
"Why hasn’t Miss Elizabeth come yet? Madam is dying!"
In that moment, all the fear inside me disappeared. When I thought about my mother, tears streamed down my face.
"Michael, I’ll give Regina the skin graft, just let me see my mother one last time. She’s next door!"
Michael laughed with anger.
"You’re an orphan. How could you have a mother? You should pick a better time to lie!"
Regina leaned against him, looking very weak.
"Mrs. Coldsworth, don’t you want to save me? Forget it. I’ll just lose the baby and leave. It’s all my fault."
She said that, but she didn’t move.
Michael gritted his teeth and signaled the assistant. The assistant locked the door. Outside the room, I heard my mother’s maid crying. I became more anxious.
"I’m begging you, the woman next door really is my mother! Please go ask!"
The assistant finally spoke.
"The one next door is Mrs. Emily Lovell from the Lovell Family, the richest family in London’s elite sociery. Elizabeth, your last name is Campbell. How could you be related to the Lovell Family?"
As soon as he said that, Michael sneered again.
The doctor prepared to push Regina into surgery. Michael forcefully lifted me. As soon as we left the room, I began to scream.
"Mom, it’s me, I’m Elizabeth!"
I saw people turning their heads. But the next second, Michael covered my mouth and held me tightly. He sneered.
"You’re still pretending."
My tears soaked his hand. I kept screaming, but it was all muffled. Right before they pulled me into the operating room, I heard a loud cry from my mother’s ward.
"Madam! Madam, don’t go!"
I stopped struggling and went limp in Michael’s arms. But he thought I had given in. They tied me to the operating table. Michael told the doctor not to use anesthesia.
A piece of skin was cut off.
I cried silently but didn’t say a word. Michael wiped my tears and whispered in my ear.
"After she gives birth, everything will return to normal."
No. My mother was gone and the baby was lost. Thinking of that, I looked up and fainted.
They left me in a regular hospital room and forgot about me. I stayed there until a tear touched my lips. I opened my eyes and looked at the man.
"I’ve become like this. Do you still like me?"
***
To make Regina happy, Michael took her abroad to recover. He only asked his assistant to send me some food. Regina was treated like a queen overseas and got everything she wanted. But whenever she mentioned the divorce I asked for, Michael became cold.
"I will not divorce Elizabeth."
A week later, Regina opened a package and ran into Michael’s arms with a smile.
"Mr. Coldsworth, you are so fake. Didn’t you say you wouldn’t divorce?"
Michael’s eyelids twitched.
“What divorce?”
Regina raised her red lips, pulled out the purple-red notebook she had hidden and slowly opened it in front of him. Something Michael never imagined appeared in front of him at that moment.
