"I’m begging you, the woman next door really is my mother! Please go ask!"
The assistant finally spoke.
"The one next door is Mrs. Emily Lovell from the Lovell Family, the richest family in London’s elite sociery. Elizabeth, your last name is Campbell. How could you be related to the Lovell Family?"
As soon as he said that, Michael sneered again.
The doctor prepared to push Regina into surgery. Michael forcefully lifted me. As soon as we left the room, I began to scream.
"Mom, it’s me, I’m Elizabeth!"
I saw people turning their heads. But the next second, Michael covered my mouth and held me tightly. He sneered.
"You’re still pretending."
My tears soaked his hand. I kept screaming, but it was all muffled. Right before they pulled me into the operating room, I heard a loud cry from my mother’s ward.
"Madam! Madam, don’t go!"
I stopped struggling and went limp in Michael’s arms. But he thought I had given in. They tied me to the operating table. Michael told the doctor not to use anesthesia.
A piece of skin was cut off.
I cried silently but didn’t say a word. Michael wiped my tears and whispered in my ear.
"After she gives birth, everything will return to normal."