Chapter 9
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I crossed my arms and sneered, “Why are you yelling at me? I didn’t do this to you. Go find the real culprit instead of taking it out on me!”
It wasn’t me, but those “helpful” guys had dumped them near the enemies they had made over the years. It’s no wonder those enemies took their chance to settle the score.
Seeing them in such a pathetic state, I almost felt disappointed. The damage still wasn’t enough.
Brandon could barely stand. He tried to get out of the wheelchair a few times, only to collapse back down every time.
Megan wanted to help him, but she was too scared to move.
“If it wasn’t you, then who? We were dragged into that alley and—” Paul’s voice faded as he realized what he was admitting.
I smirked. So, Paul, you did know what shame was, huh?
In our previous life, he had no problem using that incident to humiliate me, never thinking that I might feel the same way.
Pathetic.
Before I could respond, my dad spoke up.
……
“Megan! Your lover and that brat are causing trouble again. Was this whole pregnancy thing just another one of your schemes? Do you think my family is an easy target for you to mess with?”
Furious, he ordered the staff to beat them.
Megan, terrified for her son and lover, tried to stop him, stammering, “No, it’s not like that, I didn’t…” But my dad shoved her aside.
The staff rushed in, knocking over Brandon’s wheelchair and pinning Paul to the ground. The whole scene turned chaotic.
Megan, desperate, tried to intervene, but she slipped on the stairs and clutched her stomach, screaming in pain.
A pool of blood spread across the floor.
Megan had a miscarriage.
I glanced at the faint shimmer of cleaning solution on the stairs and smiled with satisfaction.
Mom, little brother, I had avenged you.
That’s right, my mom was pregnant with a boy. She couldn’t stand my dad’s coldness anymore, so she secretly had a gender test done. She was planning to show him the results.
But Megan found out and deliberately caused her to miscarry. That test result never made it to my dad.
My mom, as kind-hearted as she was, never suspected anyone else. She stubbornly believed it was her own fault. She believed that she had been careless and it was all just an accident.
But people could be deceitful. It was all a setup.
My dad looked down at Megan lying in a pool of blood, his expression cold. He ordered the staff not to help her and then turned and walked away.
Megan reached out to me, her voice desperate.
“Lexie, please help me! Save my baby, please…”
I stepped forward, and her eyes lit up with hope.
I gently lifted her. “Of course, Megan, I’ll take you to the hospital.”
She leaned against me, looking relieved.
Then I let go.
“Oh no, Megan, can’t you stand on your own? I guess I’ll call an ambulance for you now.”
I watched as she collapsed back to the ground, a smile tugging at my lips.
Sweat poured down her face as she writhed in pain, cursing through gritted teeth. “You bitch… you did this on purpose!”
“That’s right, I did. Just like you deliberately caused my mom to lose her baby and pushed me down the stairs to my death. You did that on purpose too, didn’t you?”
I poked her belly hard, smirking. “I just want you to feel the same despair you put my mom through. Aren’t I considerate?”
Megan’s whole body trembled as she convulsed in pain, unable to speak.
Smiling, I turned and walked away, her screams of agony mixing with the sound of the staff beating Brandon and Paul.
