Chapter 4X
My parents stepped forward, their faces full of disapproval.!! “Savannah, offering you a toast is a sign of respect. You should know your place.“>>
“You didn’t even bring a birthday gift and now you’re turning down her toast too?*%
Looking at the people I once believed were closest to me, silent tears slid down my cheeks.%
“So if I drink this glass of wine, you’ll all finally leave me alone?“”
I reached out for the glass in Savannah’s hand. But just before I touched it, she suddenly leaned forward, spilling the red wine all over me.”
Before I could react, I was shoved hard. I fell to the floor and a sharp, tearing pain shot through my belly.S
“Ivy, it’s fine if you didn’t want to drink, but why did you have to push me?”
Hunter pulled Savannah into his arms and glared at me. “Ivy, I can’t believe you’ve become such a vicious woman.”
Clutching my stomach, I couldn’t even speak. All I felt was a warm, terrifying rush between my legs.”
The medicine must have started working.”
“I’m bleeding. Get me to the hospital, now!”
The pain in my lower belly was so intense that cold sweat covered my forehead. I clutched my stomach tightly, barely able to breathe. Hunter glanced at my white dress, now stained with bright red and a flash of panic crossed his face.”
“Baby, what’s wrong?“>
Just as he bent down to help me, Savannah’s voice rang out from behind him.
“Ivy, you poured red wine on yourself to fake blood. What a cheap trick!“}
At her words, Hunter immediately pulled his hand back. His eyes landed on the broken wine glass at my feet and his expression turned cold.
“Ivy, how did you become so manipulative? If Savannah hadn’t said anything, I might’ve actually believed you. Using red wine to pretend you’re bleeding, just for sympathy?“}
My mother scoffed coldly from the side.
“She’s always been sneaky. Even as a child, she bullied Savannah because of her heart condition. And now she’s trying to frame her? How shameless.“}
“You’re eight months pregnant. How could you be bleeding that easily?“}
I held my belly tightly, shaking from the pain.
“I’m not lying… my stomach really hurts… please help me… I’m begging you…“}
I looked at them with pleading eyes, desperate for just one person to care. But no one moved.
Hunter looked at me with nothing but disgust.
“Using wine to fake blood just to fool us? If I don’t teach you a lesson now, you’ll try to walk all over me next time.“}
Let Me for the Woman Carrying His Child
