Chapter 2

I don't know how long I endured in the basement. The bleeding grew heavier, soaking everything beneath me.

As my consciousness began to blur, the door suddenly opened. It wasn't Lily, nor the guard. It was the family doctor, Dr. Morgan.

When he saw my condition, his face went pale instantly. "Mrs. Grant? What are you doing here? Mr. Grant said you were resting in the VIP room?"

I tried to speak but couldn't make a sound. I could only point at my stomach, tears streaming down continuously.

Dr. Morgan hurried over and crouched down to examine me. The moment his hand touched my stomach, he sucked in a sharp breath. "She needs surgery immediately!"

He tried to lift me, but the moment I moved, massive amounts of blood gushed from below. Dr. Morgan's hands were shaking. He shouted toward the door, "Someone! Quick! The patient is hemorrhaging!"

The hallway was empty. This private hospital was invested in by the Grant family. Tonight, for Scarlett's delivery, they'd cleared the entire facility. All medical staff were on standby in the third-floor delivery room.

Dr. Morgan pulled out his phone to call, only to discover there was no signal in the basement. "I'll carry you up. Hang on!"

He gritted his teeth and lifted me, stumbling toward the exit.

The stairway was long. Each step jolted me into agony worse than death. I could feel the baby descending, but it wouldn't come out. The medication was still taking effect, contractions coming and going. This was the most dangerous situation.

"Dr. Morgan..." I grabbed his collar, my voice barely a whisper. "Save the baby. Please."

"Don't talk nonsense. Everything will be fine!"

He finally burst onto the first floor, running toward the operating room. But when we reached the entrance, we both froze.

The operating room door stood wide open. Inside was empty. Just an empty room with a few electrical outlets on the wall.

Dr. Morgan stood frozen in place. "How is this possible... I checked the equipment this afternoon..."

Footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway. Lily approached with two nurses. Seeing us, she raised an eyebrow.

"Dr. Morgan, what are you doing here? Scarlett's in the third-floor delivery room. Why did you come down?"

Dr. Morgan pointed at the empty operating room, his voice trembling, "Where's the equipment? Where did all the surgical equipment go?"

Lily looked innocent, "We moved it to the third floor. Scarlett's having a C-section. She needs the best equipment. What if there's an emergency? An ordinary operating room wouldn't be enough."

She glanced at me and smiled. "Lily, are you going into labor? You'll have to wait a bit. Scarlett's not finished yet. Just hold on a little longer."

I looked at her perfectly made-up face. Suddenly I remembered six months ago when she'd linked arms with me while shopping, sweetly saying, "Rebecca, you're so wonderful."

Back then, I'd bought her bags worth over a hundred thousand dollars. Now, looking back, what a joke.