“In that case, go home by yourself.”
Just like that, he helped Lynzee to her feet and turned to leave.
I tightened my grip on the medical report in my bag, holding onto one last shred of hope.
“Ridley,” I called after him, my voice trembling, “if I told you I was pregnant too… would you choose her or me?”
He didn’t even pause.
“Enough, Agnes. Ten years without conceiving, and now the moment I ask you to apologize, you’re suddenly pregnant? Even if you were, I’d still choose Lynzee. You’re just too unreasonable!”
And with that, he walked away without looking back.
As I stared at his retreating figure, a bitter smile curled my lips.
Silently, I whispered, “Ridley, we’re done. Completely done.”
Agnes’s POV
Once the pain from my wounds eased a little, I forced myself to stand, ready to leave.
But before I could take a step, a crowd suddenly burst through the door.
The man in the lead pointed straight at me, and the men behind him—faces twisted with hostility—charged in my direction.
My gut clenched. Something was wrong. I spun around to run, but it was too late. They caught me and dragged me in front of their leader.
I fought with everything I had, but it was useless.