“How rare,” I sneered, “to see Mr. Shaw in a panic.”
I smiled, without the slightest trace of remorse.
“You’re a woman too… how could you do this to her?”
“You’re the one who said it—between us there’s no divorce, only widowhood.”
I leaned in close. “If Mr. Shaw can’t manage to kill me, then I’ll just have to kill both of you!”
Blood dripped onto the floor.
Only then did he notice that my hand had been cut while smashing things.
His grip on my shoulders gradually loosened.
“Good. I didn’t want that child anyway.”
He lifted my hand and gently wiped away the blood.
When the iodine stung my skin, he blew on it softly, the way he always did.
He’d long been used to treating my wounds this way.
Back when my father used to beat me black and blue, Ethan could only use alcohol to disinfect me. Even though he no longer needed to use alcohol now, he was always careful not to hurt me.
A bloody handprint marked his face.
“Stop. It’s dirty.”
His face tilted slightly, not arguing whether I meant the blood was dirty—or he was.
He simply called for Mr. Walker, the butler, and handed him the medical kit.
The girl’s name was Natalie Reed.
When I tried to investigate further, everything vanished without a trace.