His voice was heavy with barely restrained fury as he replied, “Yvonne, you’re just using this as an excuse. Melina studied medicine for so many years, and you destroyed her future with a single move. You’re vicious. She’s right. I spoiled you too much all these years.”
He then waved his hand, summoning the bodyguards in the courtyard.
Quickly, they grabbed my arms and forced me to the ground.
Cedric turned his face away, as if even looking at me made him feel dirty. The he gently wrapped an arm around Melina, holding her like a precious treasure he’d almost lost—every movement careful, cherishing.
“Melina,” he said softly, “tell me. How do you want to vent your anger?”
Melina glanced smugly at my deathly pale face.
“Bring that bastard over,” she said sweetly. “Burn it in front of her as an offering to heaven.”
My eyes widened, bloodshot, disbelief tearing through me. “Cedric, are you insane?! That was our child!”
But he replied coldly, without hesitation. “As long as Melina is happy, I don't care. This is the price you pay for hurting her, Yvonne.”
Amid my hoarse, desperate screams, Melina personally had someone bring the corpse of my already fully formed child from the hospital.