Vivian’s POV…
I am half asleep when I sense someone sneakily entering the ward. I guess it's Michael. A few minutes ago, he went out to buy some food. I think he's back. I'm too tired to keep my eyes open. So I continued to lie with my eyes closed.
Mocking laughter echoes through the room. I frantically open my eyes to find Megan appearing above me, laughing evilly. I frown and instinctively move back, my hand reaching to my tummy as I fear she will do something to hurt my baby.
Her smug look makes my blood boil. I sit up slowly and look at her coldly.
"You are just a lowly slut," she mocks, her disdainful gaze falling on my tummy. "God knows what kind of wild man's child you are carrying. And you dare to imagine winning over George." Her lips curl into a sneer. "You are so pathetic that you even steal someone else’s design to get recognition. Shame on you."