Chapter 3

The surgery was completed, and when I woke up, it was already the next day's morning.

There were more than three hundred missed calls on my phone.

Just as the screen dimmed, another call came in.

"You didn't answer my calls, and you didn't go home. What are you thinking? Do you think I'm some toy you can play with as you please?

"Come and apologize to Skye today.

"Or the engagement is off!"

Before he finished speaking, I hung up directly.

Now that my baby was gone, there was nothing for me to hold on to.

"Well, well. Isn't this Miss Cooper?

"Last night, you wouldn't be here no matter what Lucas said."

I heard the voice I hated the most again.

As I looked up, I saw Skye wearing the same hospital gown as me.

The difference was that she was thrilled and smug.

"Nadia, what are you doing here?"

Lucas was here too.

The lipstick mark on his collar stood out. It seemed that they did something unspeakable in the ward last night.

I turned my head and drank water, unwilling to respond.

He rushed forward and knocked over my glass.

The whole blanket and shirt were soaked.

"Skye is talking to you! Can't you hear?

"How dare you give me attitude! Do you want to agitate Skye again?

"You even put on a hospital gown! You really made full preparations, didn't you? You chose a ward next to Skye's? Are you trying to look pitiful to gain sympathy?"

He suddenly grabbed my hand.

My body was forced to twist severely, and the surgical wound tore open.

The piercing pain spread throughout my body in an instant.

I frowned and asked coldly, "What more do you want?"

"I already said I wanted to break up with you.

"We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

In the next second, someone slapped my face.

"You damn girl! You jinx!

"Stop pissing us off! Mr. Madron is interested in you. You should be grateful!"

My mom rushed in hurriedly and angrily.

She threw the cheap fruit basket fiercely on my bedside table.

"Miss Ingram doesn't bother to compete with you. She's young, pretty, and rich. What are you?

"You have been together with Mr. Madron for seven years. You are not young or beautiful. What have you got to break up with him?"

My dad also pointed at my nose to scold me while holding a delicate fruit basket.

Presumably, the cheap one was for me, and this high-end one was for Skye.

As long as they could benefit from it, they even wanted to flatter Skye.

I suddenly felt that the people in front of me were greedy vampires.

Even the anger on their faces couldn't suppress the huge greed.

In their eyes, I was an unwanted woman who had been played by Lucas for seven years.

They figured that I was old and ugly, and no one wanted to take a second look at me at all.

"That's a bit uncalled for.

"Nadia, as long as you give birth, we will get married as planned."

Lucas said complacently.

My parents' fawning brought him great confidence.

"No matter what, I'm your daughter, not some goods sold by street vendors.

"After what Lucas did to me, you side with him. Do you care about anything else besides money?"

I closed my eyes in pain.

I no longer wanted to see anyone and go through these nasty things again.

Lucas' eyes were dim, and he frowned even more.

It was the only time I fought back. He didn't know why I was so harsh.

He didn't know why I couldn't compromise just like before.

My mother slapped me again, and the burning pain spread to my scalp.

She was furious. "You've gone too far!

"You are just a nobody. You should feel lucky that you could be part of the Madron family. How dare you speak so rudely!

"When Lucas proposed, only you had objections. He could give the ring to whoever he wanted. You don't get to be displeased and give us attitude!"

Then she raised her hand high and slapped me hard again.

My face was tilted because of the slap, and blood oozed from my gums.

"Enough.

"Nadia is pregnant no matter what. You shouldn't treat her like this.

"Besides, she is my fiancée, and only I can deal with her. Without my permission, no one can hurt her."

Lucas quickly bent down and touched my face.

His eyes were full of tenderness.

He liked to treat me as his possession so as to satisfy his need for control.

"Don't touch me.

"I find your touch disgusting."

I pushed him away.

He probably didn't expect me to be so determined. He stood silent in place, obviously a little dazed and nervous.