Chapter 3

Damien quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me over when he heard those words.

Seeing Serenity with her tear-filled eyes, his own eyes betrayed an unmistakable tenderness.

"Don't be afraid, Serenity. Melody has plenty of skin to spare. If it doesn't work the first time, we'll just try a few more times..."

The doctor hastily intervened.

"Mr. Harrington, that's absolutely out of the question. The surgery is very damaging to the donor. If we do it again, your wife's arm will be useless. How will she play the piano in the future?"

Without a second thought, Damien pushed me forward.

"It's fine if she can't play. Serenity can take over as the orchestra's concertmaster."

"From now on, you can stay at home and do the laundry and cooking. I'll take care of you for the rest of your life anyway."

To ensure the surgery went smoothly, Damien specifically instructed them not to give me anesthesia.

Seeing me in excruciating pain, pale-faced and drenched in sweat, he patted my shoulder, feeling a bit guilty.

"I owe you one for this. In the future... I'll come home more often to keep you company."

Serenity clicked her tongue in disapproval behind him.

Damien immediately turned around and embraced her.

He transferred money, sent gifts, and even promised to take her on a vacation to the Maldives.Completely forgetting my existence.

Until my phone rang, interrupting Damien's incessant planning.

Looking at that familiar name, my pain seemed to ease a bit.

I briefly reported that I was safe.

When I looked up, I met Damien's suspicious gaze.

"Who was that?"

"Someone from the Harrington family."

Damien wasn't surprised at all.

After warning me not to tattle, he didn't inquire further.

In his eyes, I couldn't possibly interact with any other men.

Because after we got married, Damien forcibly cut off all my social connections.

Making me revolve solely around him and the Harrington family.

I didn't want to pay attention to the two flirting behind me, so I grabbed my phone and prepared to leave.

As I stood up, I suddenly felt dizzy.

Just as I was about to fall, Damien caught me from behind.

A flash of concern crossed his eyes.

"Um... when you're feeling better, come with us to the Maldives, you could use some relaxation."

"No need," I coldly replied.

A while back, Damien took me on a vacation, saying he wanted to make up for our honeymoon.Upon arriving, I discovered that Serenity couldn't stomach foreign cuisine, and they wanted me to be their free nanny.

I refused.

Damien angrily threw away my phone and passport.

He abandoned me, penniless, in a foreign land where I couldn't speak the language.

I was almost trafficked and went through hell to get back.

This time, I won't fall for it again.

My cold attitude made Damien a bit displeased.

He habitually wanted to criticize me.

But seeing my pale, colorless face, he swallowed his words.

"Well, you get some rest. I'll bring you back a gift when I return."

Bring me some of the freebies Serenity turned her nose up at?

I smiled sardonically but didn't respond.

I went alone to get my test results.

All the hospital staff had been sent to attend to Serenity.

After waiting for ages, I finally saw an intern.

She looked at me with sympathy.

"The car accident wasn't serious, just some minor scrapes."

"But Miss Shaw, this is your second miscarriage. If you don't take proper care, it could leave lifelong consequences."

She wanted to offer more words of concern.

But she was urgently called away to do Serenity's prenatal checkup.