###Chapter 3
When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was the stark white light of Robbins’ Hospital.
The doctor's pitying gaze fell on my face, "You were unconscious all day, finally awake. Luckily, the maid brought you in time, otherwise your life might have been in danger."
I struggled to sit up, desperately grabbing the doctor's white coat, "Doctor, how is my baby?"
He shook his head regretfully, "I'm sorry, the baby was gone when it arrived."
Although I was mentally prepared, I still felt excruciating pain, barely able to breathe.
The doctor sighed and left. Outside the quiet ward, the hushed but clear laughter of the nurses drifted in from the corridor.
"Miss Carpenter only twisted her wrist, but Mr. Robbins arranged for a helicopter to fly her over in the middle of the night. All the specialists in the hospital were called in for a consultation; the pain must have been excruciating."
"I heard that once Miss Edwina's leg is fully healed, they're going to hold their wedding on the Robbins Family's private island. The engagement ring alone is worth hundreds of millions; it's truly enviable..."
Lying in my hospital bed, listening to these words, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, the place that had just become empty.
Now she had recovered; they were finally going to be together.
What have I been to her these past two years?
"How pitiful you are, sister. Even after six pregnancies, they're all gone, aren't they?"
Edwina walked in, her high heels clicking. She deliberately pulled open her loose hospital gown, revealing mottled hickeys and stopped provocatively in front of the bed.
“I never expected him to be so ‘thirsty.’ We just spent the whole night together last night and he could not resist again today…”
She casually stroked her bitten red lips, “Honestly, everyone says their backs are going to break and he still keeps wanting more.”
My nails dug deep into my palms and I turned my face away, not wanting to acknowledge her.
Edwina’s voice was sweet yet cruel, “By the way, you don’t know yet if your mother’s death was not an accident, was it?”
“That driver who caused the accident was my simp. I casually said I disliked you and your mother and he actually ignored Renaldo’s order to only knock her unconscious and floored the accelerator… Hahaha!”
My heart felt like it was being torn apart by an invisible hand. My eyes turned bloodshot and I lunged at Edwina.
“You bitch! Give me back my mother!”
But my wrist, which was swinging in mid-air, was suddenly grabbed. The next second, Renaldo, who had entered from outside, threw me aside.
I fell off the bed, my forehead slamming heavily onto the floor. In an instant, a sharp pain flashed through my vision.
Seeing me fall, Renaldo instinctively reached out, but before he could touch me, Edwina threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Renaldo, I'm so scared! My sister...she suddenly tried to kill me..."
Renaldo tightened his arms around her, protecting her tightly.
When he looked at me again, his eyes were filled with warning and impatience, "Deana, haven't you made enough of a scene! Edwina came to see you, not to be bullied by you.”
“How could you treat her so badly? Where is your upbringing?"
"My upbringing?" I felt it was all so absurd.
I lay on the ground, pointing at Edwina, each word dripping with blood, "She killed my mother. What kind of upbringing do you expect me to have with a murderer?!"
"And you! My mother was so good to you, yet you had someone run her over and cut off her legs. Didn’t you think she would die with her eyes open?!"
A flicker of panic crossed Renaldo's eyes, then he frowned impatiently, "Enough! You're just talking nonsense because you're overwhelmed with grief. If you continue to act unreasonably, do not blame me for being ruthless."
With that, he picked up Edwina and strode past me.
Blood from my forehead, mixed with tears, flowed into the corner of my mouth, a salty, metallic taste. I wiped the tears away violently with the back of my hand and slowly got up. “You took everything from me; you'll have to pay the price.”
I took a taxi to find the forensic pathologist who performed my mother's autopsy.
Once I got the autopsy report, the truth would come out.
