Elliot remained silent, his gaze dark and piercing as he stared at her.
A sharp scream pierced the air.
“Ah!”
Maeve collapsed to the floor, the elegant gift box before her containing two blood-soaked dead geese—one large, one small. The stench of blood quickly filled the room.
Maeve clutched her stomach in panic, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls.
“My stomach, it hurts, the baby!” she cried.
“Claudine, I don’t understand why you keep targeting me and the baby. I’ll let the baby call you mom if it will make things better! Please, leave me and my baby alone! I just want to have a safe pregnancy and give birth peacefully.”
Maeve sobbed, desperately pleading.
Only then did those around them realize that the box containing the dead geese had been brought by Claudine.
Elliot immediately scooped Maeve into his arms, turning to face Claudine with a look of cold fury.
For the first time, his anger flared.
“Claudine, you’ve gone too far! If anything happens to Maeve or the baby, I want you out of the Graves Family immediately. We’re getting a divorce!”
This was the first time Elliot had ever mentioned divorce.
Years ago, when he had pulled her from the freezing ocean, he had held her cold, stiff body close to his, eyes filled with worry and helplessness.
“I’m sorry, Claudine. I promise I’ll never let you get hurt again.”
Every night, he had whispered promises into her ear.
“We’ll be together forever, Claudine. Never to part.”
But everything had changed since Maeve entered the Graves Family.
She had lost the baby, lost her husband and seen the true nature of this marriage filled with calculation and deceit.
A bitter, metallic taste surged up Claudine’s throat. She couldn’t stop herself from collapsing, darkness taking over her vision.
Under the eyes of everyone, her husband once again chose someone else.
The two of them were rushed to a private hospital.
A sharp pain shot through her and as she opened her eyes, she saw a large needle attached to her arm, drawing her blood.
“Don’t move! Maeve was shocked and fainted, she needs an emergency blood transfusion and you happen to have RH-negative blood,” Elliot said, his voice full of concern, though his gaze wasn’t directed at her.
A nurse rushed in, looking alarmed.
“The patient's condition isn’t looking good; she may need more blood.”
Elliot’s expression darkened, his voice cold and firm.
“Keep drawing!”
The nurse hesitated, her brows furrowing with sympathy as she tried to gently stop him.
“We can’t take more. She came in with a severe alcohol-induced allergic reaction and her condition is critical. We’ve already drawn 800cc—if we take more, she might not survive.”
Elliot’s expression darkened. The air thickened with tension as he stepped closer, eyes cold and unreadable.
“I’m your boss,” he said icily. “If you won’t follow my orders, get out.”
Under his threat, the nurse reluctantly moved to draw blood from her other arm, since the first one had been used up.
Claudine’s face grew pale. She fought against the nauseating taste in her throat, too weak to speak. The world spun around her, her body unable to fight back, left at the mercy of others.
Finally, Elliot stopped the procedure.
Twelve hundred cc of blood—and one unborn child. That was what the Graves Family had taken from her. She figured they were even now. Their so-called kindness had been repaid in full.
They left her in a cold, empty hospital room.
Her mind drifted in and out of consciousness, swaying between brief moments of clarity and fevered delirium.
Outside the room, two nurses passed by.
“I heard that Mr. Graves treats his wife so well. She just had a little scare, but he stayed up all night by her side, even had blood transfused for her. What a sweet couple. I envy them,” a nurse whispered.
“Shh, I heard she’s not Mr. Graves' wife. The one in the bed is his wife, the other is his sister-in-law,” another nurse quickly corrected.
