Inside was a piece of flesh, soaked in preservative fluid.
I froze. My stomach lurched violently.
"Do you know what this is?" Mandy’s voice was sickeningly sweet.
"It’s your uterus."
"Sean gave it to me—his promise that my son would be the only heir to the Hoffman family."
"So? Do you like the gift?"
I felt a bile rise in my throat. My body was heaved, but I had nothing left to vomit.
Through my blurred vision, I saw Mandy pick up a pair of surgical scissors from a nearby tray.
Before I could react, she suddenly stabbed herself in the lower abdomen.
A thin line of blood oozed from the small wound.
At that exact moment, the hospital door burst open.
Sean rushed in, his face dark with fury.
His eyes landed on the blood on Mandy’s dress, and without hesitation—
He kicked me to the ground.
"Marie, are you insane?!" he bellowed. "This is attempted murder!"
His voice thundered through the room, filled with unrestrained rage.
Then, with the utmost care, he lifted Mandy into his arms, his expression twisted with worry.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" he asked gently, inspecting the tiny wound.
Meanwhile, I lay on the floor, my body wracked with pain.