Chapter 296 An Apology
But just as Juniper stood up, a sharp pain in her abdomen made her collapse weakly back onto the ground.
She felt as if what she was carrying in her stomach wasn't a child, but a monster with sharp teeth.
The monster seemed to be clawing at her intestines, biting off pieces of her flesh bit by bit.
She leaned against the cage, clutching her stomach and crying.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Child, are you blaming me, too? But I'm still your mother."
Lester suddenly appeared before her again. She couldn't tell whether it was a hallucination or if Lester's spirit had truly appeared.
"Juniper, look who she is."
As Lester's voice fell, a completely charred figure curled up like a ball suddenly appeared in the cage.
The flesh on her body was all burned and stuck together, but you could still make out that this was a monster with a human-shaped outline.
It was a woman.
Juniper shook her head frantically and screamed.
"Go away, all of you go away, stop haunting me."
"You got in my way, you brought this on yourself."
Juniper's hands flailed wildly in the air.
Sweat poured down her pale face like raindrops.
Between her legs, a trace of bright red blood began to flow.
It ran down her thighs to her feet.
"You asked for it, you brought this all on yourself."
"I did nothing wrong."
Dylan watched the abnormal scene on the monitor, his brow slightly furrowed.
He took out his phone and sent William a message: [Juniper might be having a miscarriage.]
He didn't move, and told his men not to do anything either.
Dylan knew that William had been waiting for this moment.
He knew Juniper couldn't have sex, yet he still sent her under the overpass.
William wanted those who had created this child to personally take away Juniper's baby.
Just like how he himself had sent away his own child back then.
As soon as William received the message, Dylan knew he would come downstairs.
Dylan continued staring at the monitor. As the camera zoomed in, he could see Juniper bleeding more and more.
The blood had already pooled on the ground. Juniper's bare feet stepped again and again into the blood and filth.
Bloody footprints were everywhere.
Finally, William appeared on the monitor.
He brought a chair and sat in front of the cage, watching quietly.
He even poured himself a glass of red wine and slowly savored it.
He looked at Juniper's bloodless face and the blood between her legs with cold eyes, but felt no satisfaction at all.
Just a little more, and everything would be over.
Then he could say goodbye to this world.
He glanced at Isla in the cage opposite. Isla had also regained consciousness.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of William's mouth. It turned out he wasn't the only one anticipating this scene.
Even Isla was waiting for this moment.
He watched Juniper muttering crazily to herself, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"I'm not afraid of you."
"You can't scare me."
"There are no ghosts in this world."
Juniper shook her head while waving her hands, as if trying to drive something away.
"Beatrice or Isabella, you two sisters both deserved to die."
"Good riddance, you should have died long ago. Why did you compete with me?"
"Haha, you could never beat me."
William swirled his wine glass. His movement suddenly stopped, his right hand gripping the glass tightly.
Suddenly, the glass shattered in his hand. The shards pierced through his palm, blood dripping from between his fingers.
But he didn't feel any pain at all.
Suddenly, Juniper's body collapsed to the ground.
She leaned against the cage, gasping for air.
It seemed those things had really been driven away by her.
She suddenly came to her senses and realized that those dead people were just her hallucinations.
But the tearing sensation in Juniper's abdomen didn't disappear with the hallucinations.
The pain made her bite down hard, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
The blood on the ground kept accumulating, staining her legs red.
"Godmother..."
Juniper raised her hand toward Isla. The light in her eyes grew dimmer and dimmer.
In her final moments, she looked toward the only woman willing to listen to her.
"It hurts so much."
"Godmother, I'm sorry..."
"I have to go now."
"Take care of yourself."
A dying person's words are kind.
Juniper remembered the past, how she had competed with Beatrice and Isabella.
Whatever they had, she wanted to. Even what they didn't have, she still wanted.
If she didn't have it, she would snatch it away. To get to where she was today, she had hurt too many people.
Her chest rose and fell slower and slower, the movements getting smaller and smaller. Her voice grew weaker and weaker.
"I'm sorry."
Before Juniper took her last breath, she kept repeating these words.
The light in her eyes completely faded, and her pulse stopped beating.
She slumped against the iron cage, lying in a pool of blood.
William's face showed no expression. Watching Juniper die right in front of him, his heart felt no joy despite his plan's success.
Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, Isabella's phantom appeared in his mind again.
He saw himself whipping Isabella again and again, watching red blood flow from between her legs.
He had personally caused Isabella's miscarriage, sending away his and Isabella's unborn child.
Now, Juniper had met the same fate.
He hadn't hit Juniper or cursed at her.
He had simply let those homeless men take turns using her body while she was pregnant.
Although no one knew who the biological father of the child in Juniper's belly really was.
But that didn't affect William's path of revenge.
He had clearly done everything he wanted to do. The bad people had already gotten what they deserved.
Yet William still couldn't feel happy.
What was the point of all this?
The person was already dead. Even making Juniper feel extreme pain couldn't bring Isabella back to life.
He had completely lost Isabella that day.
William's gaze shifted to the other cage.
There was still one last person left to deal with.
But Isla—she had stood up at some point.
Her hands gripped the bars tightly, desperately reaching toward the other end of the cage.
"Beatrice, I came too late."
"Beatrice, please don't blame me."
Isla stared at the blood between Juniper's legs that hadn't yet congealed.
It was as if that dream had suddenly become reality, laid bare before her eyes.
Her whole body trembled. Her eyes were filled with red veins, tears dripping from her cheeks one by one.
"Beatrice! Beatrice!"
"Open your eyes and look at me."
"Don't go, don't let me make the same mistake again."
William slowly stood up. He stepped forward, walking toward the cage step by step.
He looked at the woman in the cage who couldn't distinguish reality from fantasy, and said coldly:
"Wake up. Beatrice died a long time ago."
His voice was cold and merciless, like a bucket of cold water poured over Isla's head.
It pulled her out of her fantasy in an instant.