“Don’t hurt her again.” Livia’s voice—soft yet venomous—pierced my ears.
“Why is your heart so noble, Livia? She just tried to kill you.”
“To be honest, this time I’m really upset.”
“Then what do you want, darling?” Bryan asked softly. “Do we need to kill her father in prison?”
Secretly, my heart burned as I listened to their malicious conversation.
“Why rush? I think I want something else,” Livia chuckled. “As you know, I’m opening a restaurant. It’s sure to be a hit with my name having won the competition.”
“Yeah, so?” Bryan asked excitedly.
“Elena is the best chef I know. Can’t we take advantage of that by hiring her at minimum wage?”
“Great idea. She won’t be able to do anything about it because every kitchen knows she’s injured.”
They laughed as they left me in the room.
An hour later, when I pretended to wake up, the doctor approached me and said I would never be able to get pregnant again. My uterus had a severe infection.
I already knew this would happen. But it still felt suffocating. Empty. I’d always dreamed of becoming a mother. And now I’ll never be able to have children for the rest of my life.