My body lurched, and I collapsed uncontrollably.
I regained consciousness in a hospital.
The doctor looked at me sadly and said the baby could not be saved.
"The severe blow to your abdomen, combined with the emotional shock, has caused critical damage. You must rest and recover." I closed my eyes in near despair. I felt utterly hopeless. My daughter, my Maggie. She still would not forgive me. She left me again. The doctor added, "Mr. Westbrook is astonishing. He assumed you were faking illness and stayed with Miss Rowe the whole time, refusing to come."
"Ah. Back then, your relationship was so enviable..."
I said nothing, quietly making my choice.
At the villa, the floor was strewn with debris.
Serena Rowe was bossing people as they tossed my belongings outside.
Seeing me return, she smiled with triumph.
"Sophia, thanks for that shot."
"Brother Samuel said I was too frightened and likely to have an accident, so he told me to move here to recuperate."
Samuel shook his head and said, "Nonsense," but without reproach.
He only added, "About Maggie, Serena didn't mean any harm."