Chapter 3

Dr. Morgan frantically searched the nurses' station for emergency equipment. But the cabinets were completely empty. Not even basic hemostats or gauze.

"Where are the medications? Hemostatic agents! Uterine stimulants!"

A nurse said quietly, "They were all sent to the third floor. Mr. Grant ordered all resources to prioritize Mrs. Scarlett."

Dr. Morgan slammed his fist on the cabinet. His eyes red, he looked at me, his lips trembling, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Grant... There's nothing I can do..."

Lily walked over and patted his shoulder, "Dr. Morgan, don't panic. Scarlett hasn't delivered yet, right? Once Scarlett's done, we'll bring the equipment back down."

She glanced at my stomach and added, "Even if she does deliver, it's just a girl. If she's gone, she's gone. The Grants don't need this one."

I stared hard at her. Stared at this person I'd treated like a sister for three years. Then, using every ounce of strength, I squeezed out two words, "Bastard."

Lily's expression darkened. She bent down, leaned close to my ear, her voice low, "Curse all you want. After you deliver and your body's weak, I'll have plenty of ways to shut you up. Then Ethan will marry Scarlett. As for you..." She straightened up, her smile bright. "For Ethan's sake, I'll let you live as a servant."

Dr. Morgan couldn't take it anymore, "Miss Lily! This is murder!"

"Murder?" Lily scoffed. "Dr. Morgan, watch your words. A patient dying during difficult labor is perfectly normal, isn't it? Besides, this is Grant family business. What right does an outsider like you have to interfere?"

She waved at the guards, "Take Dr. Morgan to rest. I'll personally take care of scarlett

Two guards stepped forward and dragged Dr. Morgan out. Dr. Morgan struggled and shouted, "Mrs. Grant! Don't give up! The baby can still be saved!"

His voice grew fainter.

Lily closed the nurses' station door and turned to look at me. She pulled out her phone and made a video call. "Ethan, scarlett 's going into labor. Want to watch?"

Ethan's face appeared on the screen. He was outside the delivery room, medical staff busy in the background.

"Rebecca, stop this. Scarlett's situation isn't good. The baby's heart rate is dropping."

Lily pointed the camera at me, "Look at scarlett. She's bleeding so much. Is she dying too?"

Ethan frowned, glanced briefly, then quickly looked away. "Tell her to wait. Once Scarlett delivers, the doctors will go down. Rebecca, Lily will take care of you for now. I can't leave here."

The video call ended.

Lily shrugged and put away her phone. "You heard him, right? In my brother's heart, Scarlett comes first. You're just a breeding tool. Once the tool's used up, it gets thrown away."

I closed my eyes, no longer looking at her. My hand secretly moved to my back, feeling for the lining of my dress. Sewn there was a device the size of a button. Alexander Sinclair had given it to me.

He'd said, "Rebecca, the Grants run deep. If anything happens, press this."

I'd laughed at his excessive worry then. "Dad, Ethan treats me well. Everyone in the Grant family treats me well."

Now, thinking back, how stupid I'd been.

I used my nail to pry open the device's protective cover. I pressed it gently.

No sound, no light. But I knew the signal had been sent. Alexander Sinclair had said once I pressed it, someone would come within half an hour.

But half an hour... Could my child survive half an hour?