Helena's male model lovers were also brought to the scene.
Everyone, including me, was surrounded by bodyguards, their thick arms wielding clubs that struck our legs and lower bodies.
The venue was instantly filled with screams and wails, the stench of blood quickly permeating the air.
"Even if Helena has a child, Mr. Helena wants to deal with us. But why cripple us?! Ah, it hurts! Help—"
I, too, was kicked to the ground by the bodyguards, nailed clubs raining down on me, leaving my flesh mangled within seconds.
My cries startled the male models present, who panicked:
"Why is Helena's husband here too? Then who exactly wants all of us dead?"
Rolling in pain, I gritted my teeth and shouted outside: "Help!"
Just then, Lucian in a white suit walked in arm-in-arm with Helena, holding a little boy's hand, his face brimming with smug satisfaction.
The moment Helena entered and saw her male model lovers lying battered on the floor, her expression changed instantly.
"Who told you to touch them?!"
Lucian covered his nose and said, "Oh my, how did all these brothers end up crippled? Who was so cruel as to ruin them all?"
Before he could finish, Helena glared at me and kicked me hard in the stomach.
"You damn dog of a man! You tried to cripple them behind my back—you're consumed by jealousy!"
Doubled over in pain, I looked at Lucian standing behind her, his face triumphant.
I gritted out, "I didn’t... It must be him—"
"Still denying it?" she roared. "You think I don’t know? This isn’t the first time you’ve harmed others out of jealousy! In this life, I won’t indulge you anymore."
She barked at the bodyguards, "Make every male model slap him once. After this, I’ll send you all to the best hospitals for treatment. The one who hits the hardest gets a million as a reward."
The bodyguards pinned me down in the center, ignoring the blood still pouring from my wounds.
The boys stepped forward, slapping me, their eyes apologetic: "Sorry, Mr. Jack..."
One after another, slap after slap, until my ears rang and my vision blurred, one ear now deafened.
Only after everyone had been taken away did Helena finally take Lucian's child by the hand and pull Lucian to stand before me.
Looking at my blood-soaked body and bleeding face, a flicker of hesitation flashed in her eyes.
But the next moment, she lifted her chin and said coldly:
"Don’t blame me for making them hit you. I had to teach you a lesson—so you’d know this is what happens if you dare act out of jealousy or harm others again."
"Otherwise, you’d just scheme to steal Lucian and his child’s position as heirs again."
I shuddered and looked up at her.
So… I wasn’t the only one who had been reborn.
No wonder the moment Lucian spoke, she immediately blamed me.
No wonder she said this "wasn’t the first time" I’d done this.
Because in our past life, she’d also falsely accused me, sentencing me to death for Lucian’s sake.
My eyes reddened, but she only said coldly:
"Jack, playing pitiful won’t work this time. In this life, I wasn’t fooled into giving birth early, letting your child steal the position of my firstborn and heir from Lucian’s."
I let out a bitter laugh, clutching my bleeding body, and whispered:
"Helena… This time, I didn’t stop you from delaying the birth. I stepped aside with our children to make way for your family of three. So why… why won’t you let me go? Why must you still kill my children…?"
She froze, brows furrowing.
"You crippled them, yet you act like you’re dying just from a few slaps—and now you’re saying I won’t let you go? What exactly have I done to you?"
