Chapter 4

Chloe folded her arms: "Emma, didn't you just insist on jumping out of the car? Now that we've let you out, why are you unwilling? Were you just pretending earlier?"

Guilt and fear for the child occupied my entire mind, and I could no longer understand what Chloe was saying. I just nodded randomly in the rain.

A look of mockery crossed Adrian's face as he kicked me in the stomach. The intense pain momentarily brought me back to that day.

Adrian's face also turned into the manager holding the stick.

I curled up into a ball, covering my stomach, mumbling incoherently.

"Don't hit me, don't hit my child..."

Adrian's pupils contracted: "What child?!"

Before I could speak, Chloe interjected.

"Adrian, she might be pretending to be crazy again. She was making a fuss about jumping out of the car earlier, and now she's bringing up a child."

Her voice suddenly became aggrieved:

"I didn't expect Emma's attitude towards me to still be so bad. I should leave, I don't want to make Emma uncomfortable here."

As she finished speaking, Chloe made to leave, but Adrian reached out with his long arm and pulled her into his embrace.

His disgusted gaze fell on me, thinking about how he had almost been fooled by me. He applied more force with his foot.

"Stop pretending! I'll give you three hours. If you can't make it to the old house in three hours, I'll send you back."

"If it happens again, I won't let you off so easily!"

The pain awakened my sanity. By the time I crawled up from the ground, the Maybach was already far away.

Was what I did still not good enough? Why did they still want to send me away?

I tightly gripped the safety lock on my neck, numbly walking forward. The sound of a child crying kept inexplicably ringing in my ears, and my lower abdomen ached dully. I don't know how long I walked before my body could no longer support me, and I collapsed on the ground.

In the moment before I lost consciousness, I heard the shrill honk of a car.

When I regained consciousness, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a pure white ceiling. When did the Foster house become like this?

No, I clearly didn't make it to the Foster house yesterday.

I suddenly sat up, pulled out the IV and got out of bed. I had to hurry to the Foster house, otherwise they would really send me back!

"Watch where you're going... Hey, why are you running?"

In my haste, I bumped into a man's arms.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, his slender fingers rubbing his sore nose, still holding a medical chart in his hand.

"The nurse said your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Why are you getting out of bed instead of resting properly? If something goes wrong again, I won't treat you anymore."

"Thank you," I managed to say after a moment.

"But sir, I really have an urgent matter."

"Just call me Dr. Sullivan. What could be more urgent than recovering?"

Dr. Sullivan was about to pull me back when suddenly a great force came, yanking me to the other side. Then came a slap that knocked me onto the table, blood seeping from the corner of my mouth.

Adrian stood in front of me, his gaze as fierce as if he wanted to eat someone alive.

"You slut, can't stay away from men for even a moment, can you?! I was worried about you last night, thinking something might have happened to you, but I didn't expect you to be fooling around with some strange man here!"

"I didn't," I covered my face, my vision blurring.

Dr. Sullivan tried to intervene but was violently pushed away, his head hitting the wall, leaving him dazed for a while.

"Then who is this person?" Adrian grabbed my hair and kicked me in the stomach.

"I thought you had changed, but I didn't expect you to still be so cheap!"

I shook all over in pain, unable to say a word.

Adrian angrily pulled my arm, but when he saw the pool of blood beneath me, he cried out in shock.