Faye's smug expression twisted in irritation, but she quickly recovered, her lips curling into a chilling smile. Her gaze dropped to my stomach, dark and venomous.
"You still don’t know, do you?" she whispered, her voice sickly sweet. "My brother wants to use your umbilical cord blood to save me. I told him it was the only way."
I stiffened.
Faye tilted her head, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "But here’s the fun part… I don’t have a heart disease at all." She let out a soft laugh, each word laced with malice. "I just didn’t want you to have an easy life. So just sit back and watch as your child is taken from you and used for me."
My heart clenched with dread. A chill ran down my spine.
Before I could react, she did something unthinkable.
With one swift motion, Faye raised the heavy trophy—and stabbed herself in the chest.
Blood splattered. Warm droplets hit my face.
I froze.
Tristan had just driven out of the garage. He slammed the brakes, his face turning pale as he leaped out of the car.
"Faye!" His voice cracked with panic as he rushed to her side, cradling her blood-soaked body.