Chapter 36: Cannot Be Saved
When Mia just slid down, her nightgown rolled up to her thighs, exposing her smooth skin.
Bright red blood was flowing down.
The shocking scene left James's mind completely blank.
He quickly snapped back to reality.
......
James's rational mind was reminding him that he needed to stay calm right now.
Mia and the baby's safety depended on his composure.
But this situation made him realize for the first time.
The emotions he had easily controlled all these years.
Were now so difficult to manage.
He kept taking deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.
With incredibly gentle movements, he picked up Mia, who had passed out from the pain, and said incoherently: "Mia, don't be scared, I'm taking you to the hospital now, the baby will be fine."
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Rushing out of the house, James gently placed Mia in the passenger seat.
He hastily took off his jacket that smelled of Amelia and threw it on the ground, grabbed a blanket from the back seat and carefully wrapped her up.
He quickly walked around to the driver's seat and started the car.
In the darkness, he floored the gas pedal and rushed toward the hospital.
All the way there, he tightly held Mia's cold hand, repeatedly saying one sentence: "It'll be okay, don't be scared."
Not sure if he was comforting Mia or himself.
The car stopped at the hospital entrance. James pushed open the door and stumbled out of the car.
In his rush, one of his shoes got caught and came off, but he didn't bother putting it back on.
While running to the passenger side, he kicked off the other one that was in the way and rushed to the passenger door.
He opened the door, gently lifted Mia out, held her securely in his arms, and rushed inside in just a few strides.
"Doctor, doctor, save my wife!"
James's voice cut through the night sky. His face full of panic, completely losing his composure as he ran and shouted.
Soon a gurney was wheeled over, and James carefully placed Mia on it.
"Prepare for emergency treatment."
The doctor on duty rushed over after getting the call. Seeing Mia's condition was very bad, he immediately gave orders.
A group of people hurriedly pushed Mia into the elevator.
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The elevator doors slowly closed, and a figure emerged from around the corner.
It was the caregiver who had been looking after Amelia.
She hadn't been mistaken—the person on the gurney was Mia.
The blanket wrapped around her had come loose. Although it was covered quickly, she still saw the bright red blood on Mia's thighs.
She had been a caregiver for several years and had seen a lot.
Judging by the doctor's serious expression, this baby probably couldn't be saved.
Her first thought was of Amelia.
She remembered Amelia seemed to have a really twisted hobby.
She really enjoyed seeing Mia in miserable situations.
Last time when she asked her to find out information and learned that Mia almost had a miscarriage, Amelia had been very generous with money.
At first she thought it was the pregnancy that made her happy, but then she thought about it—how could a mistress be happy about the wife being pregnant?
She must have been gloating that Mia almost lost the baby, and James, as her husband, wasn't even by her side.
Instead, he was with her, someone who just had mild stomach bleeding.
This time, the baby might really be lost, and Amelia would definitely be very happy.
Would she give her less money?
The caregiver took the stairs through the emergency exit to find someone she knew, looked up Amelia's phone number in the hospital records, quickly walked to the side, and called her.
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After James drove away, Amelia didn't go home.
Instead, she called a car service and went to a famous nearby spa.
She got a spa treatment and changed her nail polish.
She had also calmed down and generously forgave James for leaving her outside the apartment complex.
James had crossed the line with her today.
He was worried she'd be angry, afraid of losing even the chance to appear in her life as a friend, so he lost control emotionally and ran away—that was understandable.
She raised her hand to signal a pause in the massage and had someone bring over her phone.
As a very successful hunter, if she wanted to keep her prey firmly in her grasp, making sure he couldn't escape her control.
She had to get the balance right.
She still needed to give rewards when they were due.
Otherwise, how could she keep the prey lying obediently in her web, under her control?
Amelia edited a WhatsApp message and sent it to James.
After sending it, she tossed it aside and signaled the masseuse to continue, closing her eyes for the massage.
She expected that after she gave him this out, James would reply immediately.
She planned to leave him hanging after his quick reply, waiting until after her massage to respond.
But after closing her eyes and waiting a few seconds, the phone didn't ring.
"Ms. Martinez, please relax."
The masseuse noticed Amelia's body tensing up and quietly reminded her.
Amelia didn't respond.
As if she could relax.
What was wrong with James?
She had laid out the perfect opportunity for him, and he wouldn't take it?
She waited patiently a bit longer, but James remained silent, still not replying.
Amelia was so angry she threw her phone onto the carpet.
"What are you standing there for? Are your hands broken? Massage me."
With nowhere to vent her anger, Amelia turned to glare coldly at the masseuse, taking it all out on her.
The masseuse didn't dare say anything.
In her mind, she was running through every curse word she knew, but her face remained smiling as she stepped forward to continue the massage.
Lying face down, Amelia's expression grew darker and darker.
Time passed minute by minute.
The masseuse didn't dare breathe too loudly, until the phone thrown on the floor suddenly rang.
The tense atmosphere in the air finally eased a bit.
Amelia didn't speak, and the masseuse didn't dare move.
She let the phone on the floor ring.
Until it automatically disconnected.
Just after it hung up, the ringtone started again.
Only then was Amelia satisfied.
The dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, returning to clear skies.
James was completely under her control. As if he could escape the web she had already woven so tightly.
"Go get my phone for me."
"Yes."
The masseuse immediately hurried over, picked up the phone from the floor, and handed it to Amelia.
Watching her take it with a smug expression, not even looking at it, as if certain who was calling, she swiped to answer.
Her voice instantly became gentle. Though her tone wasn't flirtatious, the words she spoke were clearly meant to hook the person on the other end, "James, I was just taking a bath..."
"Why is it you!"
Amelia's tone changed quickly. In just a dozen seconds, it went from midsummer to deep winter.
Just when the masseuse thought the cold spell would continue, it unexpectedly shot back up to summer.
She saw Amelia suddenly break into a smile, "I got it, you'll get your reward."
She had no interest in listening to the caregiver's fake pleasantries and ended the call.
No wonder James hadn't replied to her message—he had gone home to ask Mia for a divorce.
And Mia, to avoid divorcing James, really went that far.
She put herself straight into the emergency room.
That was the only trick she had.
Thinking of Mia's miserable state right now, Amelia couldn't control the smile spreading across her face.
Mia dared to challenge her—this was her consequence.