    　　“Am I dead?”

    　　In the quiet ward, Jane's eyelashes moved slightly and opened slowly. The pale ceiling greeted her with a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

    　　“This is a VIP ward.”

    　　Jane turns her head and sees that she is lying on a soft bed, the straps on her wrist are gone, and the worn areas are covered with gauze.

    　　“Didn't he want my life, why did he save-”

    　　Squeak.

    　　The door pushes open and a tall figure walks in facing the sunlight.

    　　Jane's pupils shrink, she uses all her strength to prop up her body, and shouts hoarsely, "Liam! You-"

    　　"Janie!" She interrupts her.

    　　"Mom?" Jane could hardly believe her eyes and even forgets to breathe. Her heart is happy but her throat is choking.

    　　Just behind Liam, a nurse walks in pushing a wheelchair, and the thin woman sits happily. Her mother is alive.

    　　Liam took the whee

    　　She burst into tears, her heart hurting like it was about to split.

    　　The oily soup ran across the ground, mixed with overturned vegetables and tofu.

    　　Jane grabs them one by one, picking off the shards of broken plate. She fills her mouth and swallows abruptly.

    　　Blaaarghchk.

    　　A strong pregnancy symptom, Jane couldn't control her retching.

    　　She covers her mouth, she couldn't tell whether it was soup or tears but she forces herself to swallow.

    　　She can't vomit otherwise her mother will have to continue to be hungry until dawn.

    　　Jane kneels on the floor, dripping with oil from her chin, ashamed and sick. Liam looks indifferently, showing no mercy but a hint of revenge in his eyes.

    　　He will no longer have any sympathy for this woman.

    　　"Wow. Nothing is left, I hope your mother will do the same." He says coldly.

    　　He turns and wal

    　　In the dimness, Jane felt someone gently touching her cheek.

    　　That familiar gentle caressing is like Liam’s.

    　　“How could it be him?” She laughs bitterly to herself.

    　　Since two years ago, she left him alone at the altar. It was the day Liam died and another man was born. Someone that is more apathetic, more sadistic.

    　　The aura around is familiar. Jane slowly opens her eyes, after clearly seeing the man in front of her, she holds her breath quickly.

    　　“Is it really him?”

    　　She couldn't believe it and couldn't help but scream.

    　　"Liam?!"

    　　His face froze, and he quickly withdrew his hand, his eyes became cold as ice again.

    　　"The nurse said you harmed yourself.” The trance in Jane's face froze all at once and quickly dissipated.

    　　She remembers the present Liam is no longer what he used to be. “I don't care what you do with your life but before you die, you must give me the child."

    　　"Where is my mother?" Jane asked anxiously, with little hope remaining in her heart, "You tried to save my mother, right?"

    　　"No."

    　　In the darkness, Liam's cold answer bear truth. She knew it in her heart. She knew deep down that he is a man that never bothered with lies.

    　　Her pupils tightened. After a while, she mutters, "You’re lying… My mother won't..."

    　　"Hh! My mother can die but yours can't?" Liam's tone was cold and sarcastic.

    　　Jane stares at him blankly, as if a blunt knife is slowly burying into her heart, making it hard to breathe.

    　　"You want my mother to pay for her life?"

    　　Without waiting for his answer, she screams frantically, "I told you! I told you that you can take my life! I said it! …why hurt my mother!! She is the only one I have left in this world!”

    　　“Because you still owe me a child! Your mom does not-”

    　　"I won't give birth to this child! I don't owe you anything! You’re the one who owes me-"

    　　"Shut up!" Liam is suddenly furious, he reaches out and squeezes her neck. He stands up and unties his belt with one hand.

    　　Jane could not breathe, let alone scream, watching Liam's movements in horror.

    　　He flips off her hospital gown and without warning, he penetrates her.

    　　"You have no right to refuse!” he whispers angrily in her ear.

    　　“Not give birth? Hh! I will fuck you until your belly swells!"

    　　Realizing her dryness, Jane curls her body in pain. But her hands and feet were strapped and she couldn’t move at all.

    　　"You owe me!" Liam relentlessly digs in inside of her. "The only thing I regret most in my life is that I met you! You fucking bitch!"

    　　He gave up his family, his property, and his inheritance for her. He prepared to hold a wedding in a small garden church on a foreign island. 

    　　But a wedding without the blessing of a loved one is not complete. Liam called his mother privately, begging her to come to his wedding. His mother feeling sorry for her son agrees to come. But Jane Jiang disappeared on the wedding, nowhere to be seen or heard. He waited for hours at the church, shortly he received a call, “…your mother's flight MH370 crashed..."

    　　Wearing a black groom's dress, it was the day Liam died in that church. And another was born, an agent of hatred.

    　　...

    　　In the dim ward, the patient made a squeaking sound.

    　　And like a furious beast, he chokes the life out of Jane. She tries to call out to her orderlies but the cramps in her abdomen made her feel helpless.

    　　"Even if you die a hundred times, you can't wash away your sins." Liam pushes even harder and deeper, his eyes flushed.

    　　The torture in the middle of the night caused Jane to gradually lose consciousness from time to time.

    　　Her lower body seems to be already numb when something slippery gurgled out of it.

    　　"Ugggh! You fucking bitch!"

    　　The president vents with red eyes, panting and escaping.

    　　Creak!

    　　The door opens and a nurse rushes in. The nurse immediately freezes seeing the scene in front of her. 

    　　There is an air of weird awkwardness. The nurse looks at the president and then to the bed then back to Liam. He hadn't realized that his eyes looks like a terrifying blood-drinking beast, scaring the nurse into speechlessness. 

    　　The nurse abruptly looks down on her chart and quickly reports that the patient is 5 weeks pregnant according to her blood tests.

    　　"Really?" Liam tidies his clothes. Still wearing his white lab coat, he nods his head coldly for an unusually long time. "Really?"

    　　"Pre... President Chu… there’s… a lot of blood..." The nurse stretches her hand in horror, and shakily points to the space between Jane’s legs.

    　　Liam took a breath and turns his head abruptly.

    　　The incandescent light from outside the door shine on the white linen. Jane closes her eyes tightly, her head tilts to the side. Under her body was a large patch of dazzling blood, staining the white canvass of the bed.


　　“Am I dead?”

    　　In the quiet ward, Jane's eyelashes moved slightly and opened slowly. The pale ceiling greeted her with a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

    　　“This is a VIP ward.”

    　　Jane turns her head and sees that she is lying on a soft bed, the straps on her wrist are gone, and the worn areas are covered with gauze.

    　　“Didn't he want my life, why did he save-”

    　　Squeak.

    　　The door pushes open and a tall figure walks in facing the sunlight.

    　　Jane's pupils shrink, she uses all her strength to prop up her body, and shouts hoarsely, "Liam! You-"

    　　"Janie!" She interrupts her.

    　　"Mom?" Jane could hardly believe her eyes and even forgets to breathe. Her heart is happy but her throat is choking.

    　　Just behind Liam, a nurse walks in pushing a wheelchair, and the thin woman sits happily. Her mother is alive.

    　　Liam took the wheelchair and politely motioned the nurse to leave.

    　　"Mom, you’re not-" Jane 

Chapter 7