Chapter 110 James, We're Completely Over!
Gloria never expected that the person who would save her wasn't James, with whom she'd shared eighteen years of friendship, but Caspian.
He had clearly still been in Crystalbrook at noon, saying he was keeping someone company for afternoon tea and would arrive later.
Yet in this raging storm, Caspian once again appeared in her world like a deity.
"Ms. Mitchell, are you alright?" Caspian asked in a low voice, suppressing his murderous rage.
The woman clinging to his neck looked so frail, her face deathly pale without a trace of color.
Gloria's entire body was cold and aching. Her cramping legs, her limbs and joints felt like needles were stabbing them after being soaked in the cold water, and finally all the pain concentrated in her lower abdomen.
She had already wholeheartedly accepted these two children, but fate had played a cruel joke on her.
She trembled as she held onto Caspian's neck, showing a panicked and uneasy expression for the first time. Tears rolled down her face as she said in a shaking voice, "I'm not okay, Caspian, save us!"
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
James recalled various scenes from before—Gloria vomiting, that night when she wore a hospital gown.
A thought arose in his mind.
The moment Caspian placed Gloria by the pool's edge, she was wearing a white cotton nightgown.
Between her legs, bright red blood slowly slid down her thighs.
Mabel had been through this before and immediately understood what was happening.
Though she didn't like Gloria, if Gloria was pregnant and she had pushed her into the water, she had personally killed her own grandchild.
She muttered to herself, "No, that's impossible..."
The blood stung James's eyes red. Maria had wanted to call out to him, but seeing the blood between Gloria's legs, her face also changed dramatically.
At that moment, she had only one thought.
It's over!
James staggered toward Gloria, howling like a lone beast in agonizing pain, "Gloria!"
When Alphonse and his people arrived with their team, this was the scene they witnessed.
James knelt on the ground, wanting to hold Gloria. "Gloria, I'll take you to the hospi—"The barely breathing Gloria slapped James hard across the face.
Her lips were pale, tears sliding down, but the moisture couldn't hide the hatred in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said word by word, "James, we're done!"
James's pupils dilated sharply, his mind filled only with Gloria's words.
Caspian climbed out of the pool and grabbed his coat from Joseph's arms.
Though the outside was a bit wet from the rain, the inside was still dry. He immediately wrapped it around Gloria.
He knelt on one knee before Gloria, carefully lifting her up. "We're going to the hospital right now."
Gloria trembled uncontrollably, whether from cold or fear. "Caspian, no matter what happens, you must save my child..."
"Okay, the child will be fine."
Alphonse and all the staff were stunned. What drama was this?
In the pouring rain, the driver held an umbrella for them.
Caspian carried Gloria away, blood trailing from her calves all over the ground.
Joseph couldn't follow Caspian to the hospital—he needed to stay behind to keep everyone quiet.
After all, Gloria hadn't gotten that certificate yet, and Caspian didn't want to hear any gossip spreading.
He held a black umbrella and walked step by step toward Alphonse, who had some impression of him.
Joseph used to be Caspian's only assistant. A few years ago, Joseph was inexperienced.
But after years of training, with Caspian absent, his aura was now fully on display.
He pulled out a business card from his pocket. "Alphonse, my Mr. Rivers doesn't want a single word about tonight's events to get out."
Alphonse looked at the card and his face changed immediately. "Mr. Rivers."
Joseph said with a stern face, "Forgot to mention, Mr. Rivers is from the Rivers family of Crystalbrook."
James's mind was filled only with Gloria's heartless words. He looked at the glaring blood by the pool's edge, and a soaked piece of paper floating near the shore.
He knelt on the ground, his arms trembling as he reached out to retrieve it. Though it was soaked, he could still make out Gloria's handwriting.
The soaked sheet was covered with names, each one scrawled in fading ink. His hands shook uncontrollably, and tears splashed onto one of them.