Chapter 6

Thinking this, I sent another message:

"Getting married in three days. You're the groom. Satisfied?"

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open violently.

Damien stood there, his face dark, his eyes fixed on me.

"Scarlett Hayes! What the hell did you do to my clothes?!"

"What..."

"Shut up!"

He lunged forward, grabbing my wrist and slamming me against the wall.

I had never seen him like this. His eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing hitched.

"I wore that shirt you sent me to hold the baby, and in less than ten minutes, she broke out in a rash and went into respiratory failure! She's in the ICU now!"

"She's a newborn baby! Scarlett Hayes, you better give me an explanation!"

"I didn't do anything!"

My wrist burned where he gripped it. I struggled desperately.

"Let go of me first..."

Before I could finish, he swung his fist.

I instinctively closed my eyes and turned my head. There was a loud bang beside my ear as his fist slammed hard into the wall next to me.

When I opened my eyes, I saw blood seeping from his knuckles.

My voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Damien, were you... were you really going to hit me?"

He seemed to snap awake, frantically releasing his grip and pulling me into his arms.

"Scarlett, I... I panicked for a moment. I'm sorry."

"I told you, I'd overlook anything you did. But this time, you've gone too far. Willow is crying, saying she wants to die with the baby. Go kneel down and apologize to her, please?"

Hot liquid dripped onto my neck.

"Just for me. I promise you, if you apologize, we can still get married."

This man, who hadn't shed a single tear even when he broke his ribs during flight training, was crying now.

Men cry when they have a weakness. Willow and the baby must be his weakness.

I stared at his trembling shoulders, and suddenly, I smiled.

"Alright, I'll go apologize."

He visibly relaxed, a huge weight lifting from him.

"We'll go to the hospital right now."

He reached for my hand.

I shook it off, my face devoid of expression.

"I'll walk by myself."

"Okay,"

He nodded, then urged, still worried.

"Hurry, I'm afraid Willow will have a breakdown..."

As soon as we reached the emergency room door, Willow immediately dropped to her knees, clutching my leg.

"Scarlett, please, you can take my life if you want, just let the baby be safe."

She sobbed hysterically, her whole body shaking.

I was so angry I laughed. I reached down to pull her up.

"Stop acting. I'm the one who should be kneeling, begging Miss Frost to let me go. I don't want Damien anymore, you can have him."

She suddenly looked up, a flicker of triumph in her eyes.

Then she instantly reverted to a terrified expression.

"No, it's not like that. Damien will always be yours. How could I ever dream of him? I just want to live quietly with my baby."

"Get up!"

I completely lost my patience.

She suddenly grabbed my hand. I shook it off in disgust.

But she used the momentum to fall backward, hitting her head with a thud on the floor, then let out a piercing scream.

"Enough!"

Damien rushed over to help her up, looking at me as if I were some terrifying monster.

"Scarlett Hayes, if you don't want to apologize, then don't come! Willow just gave birth, and the baby is still in critical condition. How can you be so cruel to her?"

I lowered my head, unsure what else to say.

He wouldn't believe me anyway, would he?

After a long silence, Damien laughed mockingly.

"Never mind. What did I expect you to explain? I've seen you hurt Willow and the baby with my own eyes, time and again. Go home. You're just making things worse here."