Chapter 130: A Pawn for Divorce
The sharp scent of disinfectant filled Evelyn’s nose. Accompanied by the rhythmic beeping of monitors, it pulled her from the darkness.
She snapped her eyes open, her vision blurring for a moment. Panicked, she struggled to sit up, her hands clawing frantically at her abdomen.
"The baby... my baby..."
"Shh, stay still, Evelyn. Stay still."
Warm hands pressed down on her shoulders. Ryan’s voice was right by her ear. Evelyn turned her head and saw his bloodshot eyes. He hadn't even cleaned his own wounds yet; the blood on his shirt had dried into a dark, crusty red.
"Ryan, please tell me..." Tears streamed down her face. "Is he still there?"
A man standing at the foot of the bed pulled off his surgical mask, revealing a kind but serious face. It was Ethan. Under Ryan’s secret influence, he had not only regained his medical license but had become the deputy head of OB-GYN at this very hospital.
"It’s a miracle," Ethan said, letting out a long breath as he looked at the charts. "You had a threatened miscarriage. There was bleeding and severe contractions, but the little guy is still there. The heartbeat is weak, but it hasn't stopped."
Every muscle in Evelyn’s body went limp. She collapsed back onto the pillow, covering her face as she let out a muffled sob.
He was alive. God had shown her a sliver of mercy.
"But Evelyn, listen to me." Ryan took her cold hand, his tone becoming solemn. "That kick didn't end the pregnancy, but the world needs to think it did. The man in the mask only left because he saw you bleeding."
Evelyn lowered her hands, looking at him with swollen eyes.
"This is an opportunity," Ryan continued, his gaze deepening. "Octavina is behind bars, but the Green family’s lawyers are already working to get her off. They want to frame Director Worth’s death as an accident."
At the mention of the Director, Evelyn’s heart twisted with pain.
"We need more leverage," Ryan said. "If Octavina didn't just kill an old woman, but also murdered her own grandson... public opinion will devour her. To save their stock price, the Green family will have no choice but to throw her to the wolves."
Evelyn fell silent. She understood.
Creating the illusion of a miscarriage would seal Octavina’s fate and allow the baby to completely "disappear" from Damian and Sienna’s radar. If they thought the child was gone, they would stop watching her. She could leave this city when the time was right and start over somewhere else.
"Okay," Evelyn said. "Tell them the baby is gone."
Ethan nodded and immediately began preparations. "I’ll forge a full set of surgical records and pathology reports. I’ll encrypt and hide your real records. I’m labeling this prenatal IV as 'post-op anti-inflammatories.'"
Ryan pulled out his phone and took a photo of Evelyn. She looked deathly pale, her eyes hollow.
"In five minutes, the headline 'Mrs. Green Miscarries After Attack' will hit every major outlet," Ryan said, tucking her in. "Now, it’s up to you."
Damian woke up with a searing pain in the wounds on his back. He ripped the IV from his hand and stumbled out of his room. The nurses in the hallway were whispering, looking at him with a mix of pity and fear.
"Get out of my way!" Damian shoved past the guards and sprinted toward Evelyn's room.
He had seen the news. The headline was a dagger in his brain: Tragedy Strikes: Mrs. Green Miscarries; Mother-in-Law Named as Mastermind!
"No... it can't be..."
Damian’s lips trembled. His legs felt like jelly as he practically collapsed into Evelyn’s room.
The room was quiet, save for the hum of a humidifier. Evelyn lay in bed, staring out the window. She looked so thin, so fragile—like a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment. On the nightstand sat several bottles of medicine with labels that screamed Post-Op Hemostatics.
Damian felt his blood turn to ice. He shuffled forward, reaching out to touch her, then flinched away, his fingers shaking violently.
"Evelyn?" His voice was a raw rasp.
The figure on the bed moved slowly, turning her head toward him. Those eyes, which used to be so full of love, were now like stagnant water—lifeless, without even a spark of hatred. Just a suffocating emptiness.
"You’re here."
"The baby..." Damian stared at her flat stomach, his eyes instantly turning red. Guilt and regret flooded him. "Is he really... gone?"
Evelyn watched him look like he wanted to die, but all she felt was cold amusement.
If you really cared, why did you cheat when I first got pregnant? Why were you tangled up with Sienna while your mother was trying to kill me? It was too late for this performance.
"He’s gone," Evelyn said. "Your mother paid a man to kick the life out of me."
"I’m sorry... Evelyn, I’m so sorry..." Damian sank to his knees by the bed, burying his face in the sheets, his shoulders heaving. "I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make my mother pay..."
"Make it up to me?" Evelyn suddenly laughed.
She pointed toward the door, her voice rising with a bone-deep hatred. "Can you bring Director Worth back to life? Can you bring my baby back?"
"Look at what you’ve done, Damian."
"You, your mother, and that trash Sienna... you all teamed up to destroy everything."
"Get out." Evelyn closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks. "We are finished. Forever."
Damian looked up, trying to grab her hand, but she pulled away with visible disgust.
Just then, a sharp commotion erupted outside the door.
"Let me in! I’m Damian’s secretary! I have important documents for him to sign!"
It was Sienna. She had seen the news and refused to believe it. That bitch was too stubborn to die; how could she miscarry so easily? It had to be a lie to get Damian’s sympathy.
She had to see it for herself. She needed to see that medical report to be at peace.