"Since the main event's over, let's move on to the next round! No one goes home until we're drunk!"
Their footsteps and laughter faded into the distance.
I was left alone, bleeding, broken and barely conscious.
The floor beneath me was soaked in bright red. The sight was horrifying.
In the end, it was a staff member who found me and rushed me to the hospital.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a sterile hospital room filled with the sharp scent of disinfectant.
"Miss Ivy, we couldn't save your baby. How would you like us to handle the remains?"
The nurse looked at me with quiet sympathy.
I stared blankly at the bundle in her hands.
"Please call a courier for me."
After a night of partying, Hunter and the others finally remembered they had left me behind at the clubhouse.
When they arrived, the manager ran over in a panic.
"Mr. Harrington, something serious happened. After you left last night, your wife was found bleeding badly. She was taken to the hospital."
Hunter froze. He suddenly grabbed Savannah's wrist, his eyes wild and bloodshot.
"What did you do last night?"
Just then, a delivery man approached them, holding a small box.