Chapter 2

While Abigail occupied Zachary's full attention, I walked briskly out the door. Just as I stepped outside the mansion, I heard two sharp honks. I instinctively quickened my pace upon seeing the silver sedan beyond the iron gates. However, before the gates could open, two bodyguards suddenly appeared and forcibly dragged me back into the mansion. Once we were in the study, Zachary had me tied up. Then, he ordered someone to pierce my arm with a thick hollow needle. Through the half-open door, I overheard the doctor saying to him, "Mr. Twain, while both your wife and Ms. Nelson have RH-negative blood, your wife has a long-standing heart condition. "Forcibly drawing blood could trigger an acute shock. I strongly suggest taking Ms. Nelson to the hospital for a blood transfusion to treat her anemia…" "Don't try to talk me out of it. Your only job is to make sure Bee recovers. I'll handle the rest," Zachary said coldly. My eyes fluttered shut when I heard Zachary's approaching footsteps. "Does it hurt?" His voice was unusually tender. "Just hang in there. It'll be over soon." I turned my head away as I couldn't be bothered to speak to him. My lips were already turning purple after 17 ounces of my blood had been drawn. Then, Abigail, who was lying in the master bedroom, suddenly coughed. Hearing this, Zachary immediately stopped the doctor from removing the needle and ordered him to draw double the amount. The doctor was sweating bullets as he explained to Zachary that I might die if this continued. There was a brief moment of hesitance before Zachary said, "Bee is pregnant. A pregnant woman comes first." "But—" I cut off the doctor's protest. "Do it. Just let me go when it's done." Zachary stared at my pasty complexion with cold fury in his eyes. He opened his mouth—probably to ask if I was done with the theatrics and if I was seriously leaving over something this petty. That was when Abigail called out coyly, "Zach…" And just like that, he was pulled away again. Two days quickly passed. I had gone into shock, which landed me in the hospital. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Zachary reviewing some documents. Our eyes met. His expression was placid as he brought me a bowl of chicken noodle soup and made a motion to feed me. However, I shook my head. "I'll do it myself." He watched in silence as I finished half the bowl. Then, he asked, "Are you still feeling unwell?" I ignored his question. Instead, I muttered, "Please give me my phone." Perhaps I sounded too detached. Zachary stood there stunned for a few seconds before finally calling the butler to fetch my phone. Upon noticing several missed calls on my phone, he suddenly asked, "Who called you?" He never used to ask so many questions. I felt a flash of annoyance and replied, "Someone you don't know." Zachary undid the top button of his dress shirt and stared down at me with an icy gaze. "How long do you plan on throwing a tantrum, Keira? You get a bit of attention and you think you run the whole show, huh?" In the past, whenever he got angry, I would reflect on my mistakes while trying to appease him. But now, I simply pointed to the vibrating phone in his hand and said flatly, "Abigail is calling." Zachary's eyes flickered with a ghost of a smile at that. Then, just like always, he turned away from me and disappeared down the hospital corridor. The moment he left, my phone rang. I answered, but before I could say a word, the person on the other end of the line started, "Didn't you say you'd come find me? Did you change your mind, Keira?" "I didn't. I just got into a little accident…" "An accident? What happened to you? No, I'm flying back…"