Gerald leaned in close, his voice dripping with sweetness as he said, "You're all just as kind and innocent."
The birds perched on the branches scattered at the sound of his voice. Snow fell from the trees, stripping the frost from the branches and leaving them bare and brittle against the stark white backdrop of winter. The boy from that New Year's Eve ... he was gone for good.
The shards of the broken pendant necklace dug into my palm, but I couldn't feel any pain.
"Gerald," I said, my voice trembling, "Joanne admitted to killing my brother. You were right here, didn't you hear her? And when she ran into me, causing me to bleed out while carrying your child, why won't you even check the dashcam footage to confirm the truth?"
Joanne's eyes widened in shock, tears welling up as she looked at me in disbelief, "Eleanor, what are you saying? You're ... carrying Gerald's child?"
Her lips quivered as she continued, the picture of heartbreak, "No wonder you've always disliked me. You must have feared that my presence would affect your relationship with Gerald."
"If that's the case, Eleanor, I'll book a flight abroad right now. I'll agree to the arranged marriage my parents have planned for me and I swear I'll never appear in front of Gerald again in this lifetime!" With a forlorn glance at Gerald, she reluctantly pulled out her phone and pretended to search for a flight.
"Joanne, stop this nonsense! There's no way Eleanor is pregnant with my child!" Gerald's voice broke, revealing a trace of panic.
He wiped away Joanne's tears and for the first time, his gaze turned menacing, a side of him I'd never seen before.
"If you don't believe me," he said coldly, "I'll open up Eleanor's womb right here and show you whether or not she's carrying a child."
I stared at him, utterly speechless. I could never have imagined that he would go to such lengths for Joanne. As he stepped toward me, his face serious and resolute, terror gripped me.
Holding my belly protectively, I backed away, "Gerald, what are you doing? This is against the law!"
Pain pierced through my abdomen. The blood that had only just stopped began to flow again. In my dazed state, I recalled our last Christmas in college.
Gerald had placed a Santa hat on my head, lovingly tapping my nose as he joked about us having several children in the future, so Christmas would feel more festive.
He'd said, "Eleanor, what if we name our first child 'Sean'? You look stunning today, I want to commemorate it."
"Sean ... Sean ..." The name surfaced in my thoughts and before I realized it, I had muttered it aloud.
For the first time in a while, my child stirred, kicking softly as if begging for help. A faint glimmer of hope softened my despair.
"Gerald, I'm not lying," I pleaded. "If you don't believe me, feel my belly ... Sean is kicking me ..."
"Eleanor, you never change. Don't blame me for being ruthless, then!" He grabbed my arm and started dragging me toward the operating room.
A nearby nurse stepped forward, alarmed, "Mr. Riverton, your wife is under special care as per Miss Barren's instructions. This doesn't seem appropriate ..."
She shouted, "Sir, please stop! What Eleanor said is true. Miss Barren was indeed in the same car as her. Miss Barren even had premature labor due to the crash. She's currently undergoing checks at the maternity center next door. Eleanor wasn't lying!"
Hearing this, Joanne's expression darkened, though her eyes glistened with mock sincerity.
Joanne approached me with red eyes and frowned, "Eleanor, I didn't think you'd stoop so low as to bribe Gerald's interns just to play along with your act. No wonder you managed to snag this VIP ward."
At her words, Gerald's face twisted with fury. "Eleanor," he roared, "bribing medical personnel is a serious crime! Do you realize that? If you don't stop this nonsense right now, it won't just be about opening you up to check for a pregnancy!"
