On New Year's Eve, Gerald's childhood friend ran me over, causing severe bleeding. I suffered from a blood clotting disorder and I didn't call Gerald for help in time.
Instead, I used all my strength to pull the pregnant heiress of a billionaire family, Alma Barren, out of the wreckage car and tended to my injuries in silence.
Why? Because in my previous life, when Gerald arrived at the scene, his first priority was saving his childhood friend, Joanne Clooney.
He said, "Eleanor, do you really think I'm stupid? Claiming to be pregnant to trick me? Don't forget, I'm an emergency doctor. Your blood loss is nothing compared to Joanne's. For years, I've put up with you, but don't push me too far!"
In the end, I and my child perished in the raging fire due to delayed rescue.
When I opened my eyes again, it was to see Joanne's ruthless glare through the windshield as she slammed her foot on the accelerator. She said, "Do you think you're worthy of carrying Gerald's child?"
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The collision force swept through my body like a tidal wave.
The memories of being burned alive flashed vividly before my eyes and I clutched my belly in terror as pain shot through me.
Enduring the agony, I managed to exit the vehicle and dragged Alma, who was stuck under her seat, out of the car with great effort.
Her face turned pale as she stared at her bloodstained coat, "Eleanor, please … save my child …"
Biting down on my tongue to stay conscious, I reassured her, "Don't worry, Miss Barren. I've learned some emergency care methods." I retrieved a first-aid kit from the car just as the sound of an approaching ambulance reached us.
To my surprise, the first person out of the ambulance was Gerald. It seems that, just like in my previous life, Joanne had called him in advance.
Seeing his familiar face stirred the painful memory of him walking away with Joanne as I burned to death. My stomach tensed in response. The cold wind cut into my skin like blades, intensifying the pain.
"Mr. Riverton! Eleanor is over here!" Gerald's apprentice hurried toward me with a stretcher.
Gerald's face darkened with fury as he glared at me, "Joanne was right, it was you!"
Just like in the previous life. He didn't know right from wrong and insisted that I had caused the accident on purpose. He also used all the emergency equipment on Joanne without caring about my safety.
This time, I didn't beg him to hear my side of the story. Instead, I grabbed Alma's phone, called her emergency contact and continued to perform first aid on both of us.
Since Alma's pregnancy began, her family had arranged a birthing team to be on standby 24/7. I just needed to hold on for another ten minutes until they arrived.
But as I treated the wounds, the movement pulled at my injuries, causing the bleeding to worsen.
Gerald's apprentice grew concerned, panting as he said, "Mr. Riverton, your wife seems to be pregnant and her bleeding is unusually severe!"
However, the other paramedics who had worked with Gerald longer sneered, "Eleanor, your preparations this time are impressive, you even managed to fool the newbie! Let's go, ignore her. She hogs public resources just to get Mr. Riverton's attention. This is her third stunt this week. Does she think the hospital was built for her?"
Even though I had anticipated such ridicule, my heart still tightened at their words. I knew Gerald didn't care about me, but I hadn't expected even his colleagues to treat me this way.
Thankfully, Alma, who had just regained consciousness, hadn't heard their mocking remarks. Through the crowd, she shouted to Gerald that I was pregnant and begged him to save me and my child.
I turned to look at Alma, tears welling up in my eyes. Even though she herself was at risk of losing her child, she chose to give up her own rescue opportunity for me.
