From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 96: A Father's Agony Kelvin had spent the day imagining what it would be like if he had a daughter, pondering how to be a good father. Raising a daughter was different from raising a son.

"Mr. Davis, please, save the baby," Fiona pleaded amid continuous bleeding, "The child must cfirst, no matter what." "Conserve your strength, don't talk. I'm taking you to the hospital!" Kelvin, a father-to-be, was filled with hope for his child, but this scene pierced his heart. He scooped Fiona up in his arms, casting a fierce glance at Penelope.

Penelope was laying on the ground, too weak to move, her body aching all over.

"If Fiona loses the baby... your whole family will pay," Kelvin spat out the harsh words, hurrying away with Fiona in his arms.

Penelope lifted her head, watching Kelvin's retreating figure, carrying Fiona, who clung to his sleeve while he whispered urgently, his face etched with concern. Fiona's fall down the stairs, pregnant as she was, was dangerous.

And what about her? Penelope realized, she too was pregnant, and yet no one cared for her well-being. If anything happened to Fiona's child, the blwould be hers. But it was Fiona who had instigated the fall, grabbing Penelope's hand, wanting them to tumble together.

The ground was stained with blood, which looked even more harrowing under the moonlight. Penelope thought it was all Fiona's, but then she saw blood seeping from beneath her own body.

Penelope panicked. Her child! Overwhelmed by fear, she tried to scream but found herself voiceless. The more anxious she became, the tighter her throat grew, feeling the blood flow from her body.

That was her child, a life is being taken away.

"No..." she cried out desperately, pressing her hands against her abdomen.

"Mrs. Davis!" The butler rushed over, "What's happened?" "My child, my child..." Penelope trembled, "Please, save my baby..." The butler's face paled, "Right away!" The servants, initially hesitant, began to help as the butler lifted Penelope. They had all been treated kindly by Mrs. Davis, despite her lack of authority.

Penelope's pain was so intense it threatened to knock her unconscious. She stared into the dark night sky, feeling a deathly stillness in her heart. How could she live without her child? That night, The King Manor was ablaze with lights and frantic activity.

At the hospital, outside the operating room, Kelvin stood rigid, Fiona's blood on his clothes. His face was stone- cold, lips pressed together.

"My Fiona... my poor daughter!" The director cried, rushing over, "What happened? She'd only been at The King Manor for a few days!" Kelvin remained silent.

The director wailed, "If anything happens to my grandchild, I couldn't bear it... Fiona wouldn't survive the loss, Mr. Davis, what can we do? What happened?" Collapsing at the OR door, the director pleaded with the heavens, "Please, spare Fiona and the baby, even if it coststen years of my life." Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Kelvin glanced at him, "She... fell down the stairs." "Did she slip?" the director asked, "No, that can't be. She's been so careful since she got pregnant!" Kelvin was silent again.

Returning from a dinner, he had seen Penelope and Fiona face-to-face, Fiona trying to grab Penelope's hand, Penelope was resisting. When Kelvin looked again, Penelope was falling backward, pulling Fiona down with her...

Both pregnant.

Oh, right, Kelvin remembered, Penelope was pregnant too.

"Mr. Davis, speak to me, how did Fiona fall?" the director pressed, "Was it... was someone after her?" "It was Penelope," Kelvin finally said, revealing it was Penelope who, in her fall, had deliberately dragged Fiona down with her.

The director gasped, "Her? I knew it! Penelope has envied Fiona for a long time, but... how could she harm a child! Such cruelty!"

Suddenly, the OR doors swung open. The doctor exchanged a quick grave look with the director and then looked away. Kelvin stepped forward, demanding, "How is she?" "Not good," the doctor replied, "The baby... is unlikely to survive." The director staggered, nearly fainting.

"Unlikely?" Kelvin's face darkened, "Say that again?"

"Mr. Davis, the mother's bleeding heavily. We're trying to save her "the doctor explained, "We're doing our best." Kelvin grabbed the doctor's collar, "Do everything you can, I want them both!" He had just begun to feel the joy of fatherhood, and now he was about to lose his child? "Of course," the doctor stammered, "But please, prepare yourself." Kelvin's forehead throbbed with tension. He didn't want to face the cruel reality, but he knew the child was gone.

"It's over," the director murmured, "Fiona will be devastated... No Imust avenge the child! Mf. Davis, where is Penelope?" The director, frantic, demanded Penelope be found.

Kelvin's lips tightened. Yes, where was Penelope, the cause of all this? Just then, at the end of the hall, a gurney rushed by, flanked by doctors, nurses, the butler, and several servants, heading into the adjacent OR.