Chapter 37 Chapter 37. Zephyr’s Cruelty
Zephyr lowered his head and looked at the Omega at his feet. He reached out, grabbed Zoria by the collar, and yanked her upright. The corner of his mouth curled into a sneer. “What, throwing up already? You think that bastard thing dug out of your womb is disgusting too, do you not?”
Zoria was like a broken puppet in his grip, swaying unsteadily. She stared at him with wide, empty, desperate eyes.
Zephyr lifted his hand and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. “Zoria, this is far from over. You went behind my back and did those filthy things. Tell me, should I deal with your father who is locked up in prison first, or your dear cousin Evander in the hospital first?”
Zoria was shaken to the core, her body trembling violently. She raised a trembling hand and placed it on Zephyr’s wrist, a tragic smile hanging on her face.
“Zephyr, just kill me.”
The hand resting against her was so cold that her fingertips went numb. Zephyr expressionlessly pried her thin, pale fingers off one by one, then flung her to the ground. A heavy thud echoed.
Zoria felt as if her throat had been stuffed with cotton. She could neither swallow nor speak. Her chest tightened, the pain suffocating.
Trembling, she propped herself up on the cold tiles with her fingertips. She lifted her head, then slammed her forehead hard against the floor. Thud. Thud. The dull sounds rang out. The last thread of sanity snapped the moment she saw her baby being taken away.
She kept bowing her head over and over, her mouth repeating the same sentence again and again. “Zephyr, kill me. Kill me.”
Her forehead split open, blood flowing down past her eyelids and blurring half her face. Zoria coughed weakly a few times, pain stabbing her chest, a sweet metallic taste rising in her throat.
She let out a low groan. A few drops of fresh blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, mixing with the blood from her forehead and dripping onto the floor, pooling into a small red puddle beneath her.
“Zephyr, I know I was wrong. Kill me. I can die, but I beg you, spare my father, spare the others. I beg you.” She had no home left, no baby left. She knew Zephyr hated her, so she was willing to give him her worthless life.
After saying that, she spat out blood mixed with saliva. Zephyr almost lost his balance. He looked coldly at the trembling Omega kneeling on the ground, so thin she looked as if she might die at any moment.
He said cruelly, “How could I bear to let you die? After all, your body is still something that can carry the offspring of a male.”
Zoria curled up on the floor, trembled a few times, then her head tilted to the side as darkness swallowed her.
Seeing that she was motionless, Zephyr bent down and lifted her up. Zoria’s slender body was so light that holding her felt no different from holding a cub.
He carried her back to the hospital room and called for a doctor. When the doctor came in and saw Zoria covered in blood lying on the bed, his brows knitted tightly. He thought to himself that Zephyr Hawthorne seemed intent on torturing this female to death.
The doctor stepped forward and lifted Zoria’s gown. The wound on her abdomen had split open again, blood flowing freely, and it needed to be stitched once more.
She had just undergone an abortion and could not be stimulated at all. Now she had not only been overstimulated but had also injured herself severely. As the doctor stitched her up, he cursed under his breath. Truly ruthless.
After finishing, the doctor walked over to Zephyr and could not help saying, “Mr. Hawthorne, if you want Ms. Everhart to live, then do not stimulate her anymore. Her body is already extremely weak, and she has just had surgery.”
“I know,” Zephyr cut him off.
The doctor could only shake his head helplessly and leave.
Zoria slept in a daze for an entire day. Zephyr brought his files into the hospital room, handling work while keeping watch over Zoria. During that time, Faye had sent the maid Jenna over, wanting her to take over caring for Zoria, but Zephyr refused.
Jenna went back and reported what she had seen at the hospital to Faye. She thought Faye would be delighted to hear about Zoria’s miserable state, but instead Faye was so furious that she smashed a vase, shards scattering across the room.
Zoria was not dead. This meant it was not over yet. Faye had assumed that once Zephyr learned Zoria was dirty, he would sever the bond with her. Who would have thought that Zephyr would guard her at the hospital and even stay there overnight instead of returning to the villa?
After a full day in a coma, Zoria finally woke up. When Zephyr noticed she was awake, he saw her staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes wide and empty, her body unmoving.
“You are awake?”
Hearing Zephyr’s voice, Zoria trembled. She had been lying close to the edge of the bed. Instinctively, she shrank back another inch and slid straight off the bed onto the floor.
Zephyr did not have time to catch her. He frowned as he looked at Zoria collapsed on the ground. After a moment, his gaze froze. He realized something was wrong.
Zoria lay limp on the floor, her eyes wide and empty, reaching out and groping blindly all around her.
Zephyr froze, breathing as if something were lodged in his throat. He stepped in front of Zoria and waved his hand back and forth right before her eyes. Zoria kept them wide open without blinking. Her blue irises looked empty, her gaze drifting around as though it could not latch onto anything at all.
"Zoria?" Zephyr called again.
Zoria’s body began to tremble even harder. She shrank back, the back of her head accidentally slamming into the cabinet behind her with a dull thud. The corners of her eyes flushed red, and tears spilled out uncontrollably, pouring down like a broken dam.
She looked timid and fragile, exactly like a frightened rabbit. Zephyr frowned and reached out to pull her back, but the moment his hand touched hers, Zoria suddenly let out a piercing scream.
Clearly the medicine cabinet blocked her retreat completely, yet Zoria still tried desperately to move backward. Her thin back kept knocking into the shelves, sending several bottles tumbling down. One struck her head with a sharp smack before rolling across the floor and stopping at Zephyr’s feet.
Zephyr lowered his head, looked at the bottle by his foot, picked it up, and placed it back on the shelf. The calmer he tried to appear on the outside, the more chaotic his thoughts became inside.
"Zoria… you cannot see anything, can you?"