Chapter 39 The Beauty in the Darkness
Shane turned his head and glanced at Belinda, his voice icy. "Bring him in."
Belinda was stunned, her heart pounding with anxiety. "Doctor? What doctor?"
Shane sat down on the sofa in the hospital room, crossing his legs elegantly. "Didn't you say you had a miscarriage? The doctor who performed the procedure ran off without a trace? Well, I brought him back."
Belinda nearly collapsed to the floor in fear.
After the car accident, she was the first to wake up. She had spent a large sum of money to bribe the doctor, instructing him to tell Shane's secretary that she had miscarried.
Then the doctor took the money and disappeared.
And now he was brought back?
"Shane, listen to me..."
"In a moment, you'll have your chance to speak. Don't rush." Suddenly, he leaned forward, the intense pressure of his presence sweeping over her.
Belinda's legs went weak, and she fell to the ground, trembling. She crawled forward slowly, cautiously grabbing Shane's trouser pants leg. "Please, don't listen to anyone else's lies. I would never deceive you..."
Shane looked down, his eyes cold. At this moment, the woman groveling on the floor seemed utterly unappealing.
What was it about her that made his heart stir?
But that night, it did.
Now, it seemed that the beauty in the darkness was never meant to see the light of day. The secretary brought in the doctor, who had been detained.
The doctor had bruises on his face.
It looked like he had been interrogated.
As soon as he saw Belinda, he immediately said, "It was her, she paid me to lie."
Belinda looked up and glared angrily at the doctor. "What nonsense are you spouting? I don't even know you!"
She planned to deny everything.
The doctor and she were not close. If it weren't for the money, he wouldn't have lied. Now, caught by Shane, he knew who he could and couldn't offend.
"You may not know me, but you bribed me to lie. That's a fact. I have evidence of the payment. A simple check will reveal whose account the money came from," the doctor paused, "You were never pregnant. This can be verified at the hospital with a simple test."
"Don't you dare slander me!" Belinda struggled desperately. "Shane, don't believe his lies..."
"Whether he's lying or not can be easily verified." Shane extended his hand.
The secretary immediately handed over the records of her bribing the doctor.
Shane glanced at it, his face expressionless, and threw the documents at Belinda. "You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."
He gave a signal to his secretary. "Take her for an examination."
"I won't go."
Belinda Ayers clung desperately to Shane's leg.
"Please, you have to believe me. He's trying to frame me..."
"Why would I frame you? We have no grudge against each other," the doctor retorted.
Shane, growing impatient, barked, "Get her out of here!"
Several large men behind the secretary immediately pulled Belinda away.
Despite her resistance, she was forcibly taken for the examination.
It didn't take long.
In just half an hour, the results were in.
The secretary came to report.
"Miss Ayers has never been pregnant. She is currently on her period."
Shane's face darkened. So the blood he saw… Oddly enough, the fact that Belinda wasn't pregnant made him feel relieved!
The thought of having a child with such a woman was something he deeply resented. Suddenly, he felt that this outcome was for the best.
He spoke coldly, "Bring her here." "Yes, sir." The secretary went to fetch her.
With the truth exposed and evidence irrefutable, Belinda had no choice but to plead desperately.
"Please, for the sake of the time I saved you, forgive me this once. I only did it because I love you," she cried, looking utterly pitiful and disheveled. Shane, on the other hand, seemed surprisingly calm. He wasn't angry, nor was he annoyed.
"Love me?" Shane sneered, "Is deception your idea of love?"
"No, it's not deception. I just used the wrong way to show my feelings. I never meant to deceive you," Belinda replied.
One had to admit, Belinda was quite the smooth talker.
Even in this situation, she could still argue her case.
A cold smirk appeared on Shane's lips. This woman was utterly unreasonable.
If it weren't for the fact that she had saved his life that night, he would have made her wish she were dead!
How dare she try to deceive him with such a thing!
"Belinda, I'll let you go this time. But I never want to see you again. My leniency extends only this once. If you ever cross me again, I won't be so forgiving!" Shane stood up and instructed his secretary, "Release her."
"Yes, sir." The secretary signaled for her to be freed.
"Shane..." Belinda lunged forward, crying and pleading, her face streaked with tears. "I didn't mean to..."
"If you keep pestering me, I'll make sure you can't stay in this city!" His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it carried an undeniable authority.
Belinda released her grip and collapsed onto the floor, her face ashen with despair.
She had planned to climb the social ladder by faking a pregnancy.
But now, everything was ruined!
Not only did she fail to rise in status, but Shane was now disgusted by the mere sight of her.
All he felt for her was loathing. Her situation was beyond just a loss; it was a complete and utter defeat!
She had failed, lost Shane, and completely missed her chance to elevate her status!
She was unwilling to accept this outcome. How did it come to this?
...
In Second Military District General Hospital.
Mrs. Ford had brought some delicious food.
Callie was surprised to see her. "Mrs. Ford, what brings you here?"
"Mr. Robinson said you weren't feeling well and needed proper nutrition. He asked me to bring you meals every day until you're discharged," Mrs. Ford explained as she set the food out.
The dishes were all nutritious supplements, and with Mrs. Ford's excellent cooking skills, Callie found them quite appetizing.
Callie was at a stage where she needed to build up her strength, and Mrs. Ford's timing couldn't have been better. "Thank you, Mrs. Ford."
"Why thank me? I'm just an old maid here to serve. If you want to thank someone, thank Mr. Robinson. He's the one who instructed me to take good care of you. These expensive ingredients were bought with his money. He's the one you should be grateful to," Mrs. Ford said with a smile.
Always trying to match-make two people.
Callie smiled on the surface. But deep down, she didn't appreciate it.
A slap on the face, then a date as a consolation?
She lost a child. Did he think a bit of food could make up for that? Dream on!
She felt full after two bowls, and lying down after eating too much was uncomfortable.
"Is there anything you'd like to eat? I can make it for you," Mrs. Ford asked.
Callie said, "My mouth tastes bitter, I want something sweet."
Maybe it was because she had just lost a child, her heart felt bitter too.
"Alright, I'll make you a sweet soup tonight. Cherries are in season now, sweet and tangy. I'll buy some for you," Mrs. Ford said as she cleared the dishes.
Callie lay down and responded with a soft "Mm."
In the evening, Mrs. Ford came over as promised.
This routine continued for a week.
Every day, Mrs. Ford made different dishes, and Callie had a good appetite and was recovering well.
She was already able to try walking around. There were no signs of abdominal pain or discomfort.
After a check-up, the doctor said, "You're recovering well, but you still need to be careful. A miscarriage always harms the uterus to some extent. This pregnancy looks fine for now, but the future is still uncertain."
Callie understood, "I'll be careful."
Back in her hospital room, she had dinner and read some medical books. The days in the hospital were so boring that she had to find ways to pass the time.
Maybe she had slept too much during the day, because she couldn't fall asleep at night.
She read until midnight, and only when her eyes started to feel sore did she put the book down and lie down.
Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
The clock ticked softly.
The hospital was very quiet in the dead of night.
Suddenly, the door to her room was gently pushed open. A tall, slender figure stepped inside.
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