"Wow—"
In the early hours, a strong cry of a newborn echoed through the emergency room of Jiang City's asylum.
Luo Qiangwei clenched her hands tight around the bedsheets, blood flowing from between her opened legs and dripping onto the floor.
Struggling to speak, she mouthed, "Let me see... my baby..."
A nurse, noticing the severity of her bleeding, softly said, "There isn't a single person waiting outside... Should we call Young Master Mo over?"
Before the doctor could respond, the door to the emergency room suddenly burst open, and a woman clad in a mink coat walked in—
She glanced around and headed straight to the operating table, snatching the child from the nurse who was about to show it to Luo Qiangwei.
Luo Qiangwei widened her eyes in shock as she tried to snatch her child back, but her arms were too weak to lift.
"Oh my, you actually birthed a boy, Cousin, you are truly amazing," Luo Hongying said, looking at the tiny infant in her arms with a seemingly sweet smile, "What a pity though, such a cute child won't live past a day,"
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, and her long nails carved a bloody mark across the baby's cheek, all the while laughing viciously as she said, "Good baby, don't blame me, if you want to blame someone, blame your mother, who seduced my man..."
The newborn cried out in pain!
"Luo Hongying, let go... of my child!" Luo Qiangwei's voice was hoarse yet urgent, "This is Mo Shiche's child, you must not harm him..."
"Really?" Luo Hongying sneered with contempt, "But who knows who this child belongs to, after all, you and Yan Chu were caught on camera and made the headline, completely shaming Shiche and the Mo Family..."
Luo Qiangwei's eyes were blood red as she glared at her, "You framed me! Luo Hongying! Don't think I don't know it was your doing..."
"Slap—"
Luo Hongying raised her hand and delivered a vicious slap, "Shut your mouth! Shameless bitch, so what if it was me? It's you who Shiche detests and despises, and I am the one by his side now!"
Luo Qiangwei's lips bled from the slap; she laughed softly, her laugh piercing and mad, "Luo Hongying, if Mo Shiche found out... that it was you who stabbed his mother to death, do you think he would ever forgive you..."
"Slap!"
Luo Hongying slapped her hard again, her sharp nails cutting across Luo Qiangwei's face, and she mocked mercilessly as if the victor, "Too bad Shiche once said he would rather not see you again in this lifetime. Now in his eyes, you're the madwoman who cheated, killed his mother, and tried to kill his grandmother not just once..."
Her tone shifted abruptly, "However, you are after all my cousin, so I won't let you be lonely on the Road to the Underworld, I'll send your child to accompany you—"
With those words, Luo Hongying let go, and the tiny child fell from her arms, crashing onto the ground!
"Ah—"
Luo Qiangwei's whole body shook, and she collapsed, frantically trying to reach over.
The operating table wasn't large, and with a single move she rolled off, falling to the floor bloodied, only to see the still, bloodied infant not moving at all.
"Baby..." She crawled forward, enduring the searing pain, inching closer bit by bit.
Suddenly feeling a chill on her neck, she looked up to see Luo Hongying bending over, plunging a needle into her skin, and stepping on her face with a high heel, sneering, "Cousin, you should have died long ago, you should be thankful to me for generously letting you and your bastard child die together..."
As the poison spread through her body, Luo Qiangwei's pupils slowly began to dilate...
In the final moments before she suffocated, she thought she saw a tall, handsome man standing not far in front, his black eyes cold and merciless as they watched her.
Then he turned and walked away from her, without looking back even once.
She knew it wasn't really him, just a hallucination; how could he be here? He loathed her so much, he surely never wanted to see her again...
Mo Shiche, I've loved you for eighteen years, only to meet such an end...
I thought I had experienced the deepest pain, but even now, thinking of you cuts to the bone.
From love to hatred... I am ultimately in despair.
If there is... a next life...