Chapter 4

I only harbored ill will towards Genevieve, but I still underestimated her. I never imagined she'd directly push over the bookshelf, its heavy frame pinning both of us down.

The hard books came crashing down, causing my vision to darken from the pain. I figured I'd have several bruises all over my body.

Genevieve was next to me, screaming particularly loudly, also yelling something about stomach pain.

Damien quickly rushed over. He hurriedly lifted the bookcase, his tone carrying a rare hint of urgency.

"Are you alright?" He grabbed my arm, helping me up, his eyes surprisingly full of concern. "Melody, say something to me. How are you? Are you hurt?"

I opened my mouth, but before I could make a sound, Genevieve forcefully grabbed Damien's arm.

She wailed in agony, "Damien, my stomach hurts... it hurts so much..."

I turned to look, and was instantly stunned.

Vivid, eye-catching blood was flowing continuously from between Genevieve's legs.

Genevieve saw it too. Her expression changed from pain to confusion, then to shock and even more intense pain.

We all realized what had happened.

Genevieve had miscarried.Damien immediately threw me aside, scooping Genevieve up in his arms. He dashed out of the mansion at lightning speed, heading straight for the hospital.

I didn't follow them.

Suddenly, I remembered that for nearly half a year, Damien had been frequently going on business trips abroad, often for a week at a time.

So that's where he'd been going - to see Genevieve.

It made me sick to my stomach.

The books scattered all over the floor - I didn't want them anymore. Now, even the thought of breathing the same air as Damien made me want to vomit.

Ignoring the pain wracking my body, I grabbed my suitcase and walked out the door.

I checked into a hotel for the time being. It wasn't long before Damien started bombarding me with calls.

I didn't need to answer to know what he'd say.

I sent him a text, telling him that Genevieve had pushed the bookshelf onto herself, and it had nothing to do with me. If Damien insisted on placing blame, he should call the police. I would only cooperate with law enforcement.

After sending it, I blocked all of Damien's contact information.

But the peace didn't last long. Soon, Damien's friends started messaging me, saying Damien was furious and that I should rush to the hospital to apologize to Genevieve. They said it was a matter of life and death, and if I didn't comply, I should watch out for jail time.I looked on, feeling an urge to laugh.

I wanted to ignore it, but I feared being hounded by these shameless people. Knowing Damien's personality, he would undoubtedly persist until he was satisfied with the outcome.

It would be an endless nuisance then.

So, I finally agreed to go to the hospital, but I brought two extra people with me.

When I arrived at the hospital, Genevieve was lying weakly in bed, her gaze towards me filled with both hatred and triumph.

I guessed she had luckily managed to keep the baby, which explained her smugness.

Damien also turned to look at me, his eyes brimming with barely contained fury, but when he saw the people behind me, both he and Genevieve were struck dumb.

I had brought the police. Regarding the bookshelf incident, I had gone straight to the authorities.

This move completely derailed Genevieve's plans. She began to stammer about the sequence of events, first claiming she couldn't remember clearly, then using her weak condition as an excuse to refuse answering.

In the end, the matter could only be left unresolved.

The police left.

Genevieve's evasive attitude was enough to tell the whole story. She had pushed over the bookshelf herself; it had nothing to do with me.

I looked at Damien and calmly asked, "Can I leave now?"Damien continued to frown at me, showing no hint of remorse or guilt for wrongly accusing me. Instead, his face was filled with disdain and dissatisfaction towards me.

"That's because you said nasty things to Wendy. Melody, you're still the one at fault here."

I felt utterly disgusted and nauseous. If I stayed with Damien any longer, I was afraid I might throw up all over the hospital floor.

"Fine," I said. "I apologize. I'm sorry, Miss Genevieve. I shouldn't have called you shameless." After saying this, I asked Damien, "Is that good enough for you?"