"No! Mo Yiqian, you can't do this! This is our child—how can you be so cruel?"
Su Mosheng screamed hysterically, struggling with all her might, but the nurses pinned her down and tied her limbs to the operating table, leaving her completely immobilized.
Mo Yiqian stared at her with a ruthless gaze, his words cutting through the air like a blade. "A murderer doesn't deserve to be the mother of my child."
Her body trembled violently at his words.
A murderer? In his eyes, was she nothing but a murderer?
No, it wasn't like this!
"Yiqian, please, I beg you, don't do this! The child is innocent, please spare him..."
Su Mosheng pleaded desperately, hoping he would show mercy to the life growing inside her.
"Make sure the surgery is thorough. I don't want her to ever get pregnant again."
Mo Yiqian's icy words shattered the last glimmer of hope in Su Mosheng's heart.
As the doors of the operating room closed, she let out a heart-wrenching cry, "Mo Yiqian, you'll regret this! You will definitely regret this!"
For a brief moment, Mo Yiqian's eyes flickered with something akin to hesitation, but it was quickly replaced by cold indifference.
Regret?
Indeed, he did regret.
He regretted trusting her unconditionally. He regretted not heeding Kexin's warning to be wary of her. And most of all, he regretted entrusting his ailing mother to her care, only for her to set the fire that took his mother's life and nearly destroyed the Mo family.
From now on, he will never give her any chance to hurt the people around him again!
No matter how Su Mosheng begged the doctors and nurses, she received no response.
This hospital is under the Mo Group, and any command issued by Mo Yiqian must be unconditionally executed, even if it concerns Mrs. Mo lying here.
Without any anesthesia, cold surgical instruments were inserted into her body, and the pain of cutting flesh and bone reached its peak. Su Mosheng, with tears streaming down her face, tried to stop those who were harming her child, only to be met with even more heart-wrenching pain.
The doctor seemed to be deliberately tormenting Su Mosheng, stopping just as she was about to faint, then continuing once she caught her breath. In wave after wave of pain, she lost her first child, possibly the only one she would ever have.
For the first time, she began to hate the man she had deeply loved for fifteen years.
She hated his ruthlessness, his cruelty, and even more so his disregard for any affection, not even sparing his own flesh and blood!
She cried her heart out, her sorrow echoing out of the operating room and filling the entire hallway.
When Su Mosheng woke up, a figure stood before her, and it took her a while to see clearly.
"Meng Kexin?" she called out weakly.
Meng Kexin leaned down to look at her, tsk-tsked twice, and smiled with full satisfaction.
"I heard from the doctor that Yiqian didn't let them give you anesthesia, and just like that, they aborted your child? Su Mosheng, how does it feel to have the child you both conceived taken away by the man you love most?"
Hearing the word 'child', Su Mosheng instinctively touched her belly, where the bone-deep pain still lingered. Her child was gone just like that.
Mo Yiqian, how heartless you are to not even spare your own flesh and blood!
"Get out!" Su Mosheng shouted through gritted teeth, clenching her hands in hatred.
She once considered Meng Kexin her best friend, confiding in her about everything and going everywhere together.
Two years ago, during that fire, Meng Kexin knew it had nothing to do with her, yet she stood up and gave false testimony. It was at that moment Su Mosheng realized that the so-called friendship was just her own wishful thinking. Meng Kexin had been using her to get close to Mo Yiqian, aiming to push her out of the picture.
Being misunderstood by the one she loved most and framed by her best friend—no amount of physical pain could compare to the heartbreak she felt!
Meng Kexin didn't leave. Instead, she sat down by the bed, her smile growing even brighter.
"No, I'm staying to savor the sight of your misery. Su Mosheng, you're so pathetic. I'm already Yiqian's girlfriend, yet you still cling to him like a desperate fool. Did you know? I was the one who set that fire two years ago. I meant to burn you to death, but that old hag died saving you instead! But I'm not afraid. Yiqian loves me, and he'll never believe a murderer like you!"
"What did you say?"
Su Mosheng felt as if struck by lightning.
It was Meng Kexin who had deliberately set the fire back then!
Because of that "accident," she had endured Mo Yiqian's torment without complaint, bore the hatred of the entire Mo family, and lived a life worse than death in the Mo household, all to repay the debt of gratitude she owed Mo's mother for saving her.
But now she was being told it wasn't an accident—it was all Meng Kexin's doing!
Remembering Mo's mother, who had desperately tried to save her at the cost of her own life, and thinking of her unborn child, brutally taken from her, Su Mosheng could no longer contain her hatred. Her hands tightened around Meng Kexin's neck.
"Meng Kexin, I'll kill you!"