Chapter 3

Emmanuel was caught off guard. "Where is she? How's Lilith doing now?" "She's already on the way to the hospital. It's not looking good…" "I got it. I'm going right now!" He hung up abruptly, glaring at Elena with a chilling stare. "You better pray nothing happens to Lilith. If something goes wrong—you're done." His loud footsteps faded down the stairs, and Elena collapsed weakly onto the carpet. She'd seen Emmanuel's cold side before, but never like this—it was bone-deep. If anything happened to Lilith, he'd never let her go. He wouldn't spare her no matter what. Just thinking the baby might end up like the one from back then sent a chill down her spine. She loved kids so much. She truly wanted to be a mom this time. She couldn't listen to Emmanuel anymore—she had to do something. The only option? Run. Get out of the country, have the baby, and figure out the rest later. She didn't waste a second. Started packing right away. But before she could even finish, Jordan Adams arrived with a few bodyguards. His face was the same unreadable expression as always. "Miss Wakefield, Mr. Mitchell asked me to take you to the hospital." "I'm not going! Please, Jordan, let me go! I'm begging you!" Elena hadn't expected Emmanuel to act this fast—he left her no time to escape. "Miss Wakefield, please don't make this harder than it has to be." Jordan completely ignored her pleas. "I need to call Emmanuel." She reached for her phone, but Jordan calmly added, "Mr. Mitchell's with Miss Lilith now. Her condition's gotten worse." That single sentence crushed any hope she had. She knew the rules—when Emmanuel was with Lilith, her calls would never get through. Too exhausted to resist, Elena was ushered into the car by the guards. They took her straight to the OB-GYN ward. As they reached the OR door, Jordan's phone rang. After a short exchange, he glanced at her and said, "Mr. Mitchell said—hold off on the surgery." "Really?" Elena looked up, a flicker of relief spreading across her face. "Miss Lilith is having a major hemorrhage. Mr. Mitchell said you're to donate blood—now." As long as they weren't going to take her baby, she didn't care—giving some blood was no big deal. For a second, she even felt grateful. But things turned out way worse than she'd imagined. This wasn't a regular donation—no 200cc or even 400cc. Elena was strapped to the bed. The doctors took 1000cc from her. A typical donation is at most 600cc. For someone pregnant like her, losing 1000cc? It was brutal. She passed out right then and there. Elena was unconscious for four days. It wasn't until the fifth night that she started to come around. Her head felt like it was filled with cement, and her body had no strength. Still, she could faintly hear voices—tense and sharp. "What's going on? Why isn't she awake yet?" It was Emmanuel's voice. She struggled to open her eyes and saw him standing with his back to her, facing a doctor in a white coat. "Mr. Mitchell, Miss Wakefield lost a lot of blood. Her body needs time to recover," the doctor explained. "It was just some blood. Is it really that serious?" "It's more than that. She's pregnant. Even a healthy person could pass out after losing that much blood, let alone someone carrying a child." The doctor sighed. "With her health like this, the baby might not make it…" "That child shouldn't have existed in the first place." Emmanuel's voice was icy. "Lilith doesn't have time to wait around. Once Elena wakes up, get rid of it."