Chapter 6

Sylvia's POV

When I woke up again, three days had passed.

Mr. Cooper saw me wake up and quickly used a cotton swab dipped in water to moisten my lips.

"Feeling better?"

"I..."

"You had a miscarriage,"

Mr. Cooper looked at me with heartache.

"You were unconscious for three days."

I closed my eyes.

As expected.

"During these three days... did anyone look for me?"

Mr. Cooper looked at me sympathetically.

"Your husband called you. As soon as I answered, he started yelling at me. I couldn't hear what he said clearly, but... he was very angry."

I smiled bitterly.

"Didn't he ask what happened to me?"

"...No."

I nodded. When I opened my eyes again, they held only resolve.

"I understand. Thank you."

"Take good care of yourself."

Four more days.

I lay there for two more days. Other than occasionally receiving process notification texts from immigration, my phone was as quiet as death.

For the first time, I was certain-Hudson truly didn't love me anymore.

After lunch, I got out of bed to move around.

Without realizing it, I walked to the VIP suite and happened to see Hudson bringing food to Cecilia.

Cecilia was propped up in bed, taking small sips of the nutritional supplement Hudson fed her.

"Honey, you're so good to me. For my sake, you were even willing to drug Sylvia so she couldn't get pregnant. I heard that drug is very toxic. Even if she miraculously got pregnant, she wouldn't be able to carry it to term."

"You even married me in New York, making me the legitimate Mrs. Hope."

Hudson's hand paused. The expression on his face showed a hint of struggle. After a long silence, he finally responded with a sound of acknowledgment.

Outside the door, I was thunderstruck.

My whole body trembled. My palms were punctured by my nails, drawing blood.

Why?

Why would you treat me this way?

No wonder I couldn't get pregnant in five years of marriage, no matter how actively we tried to conceive.

No wonder when I finally got pregnant this time I didn't feel anything. The fetus was probably too weak.

Inside the room, Hudson put down the nutritional supplement in his hand.

"This is what I owe you."

"Five years ago, I didn't want to reveal my identity, so I just complained that the wedding was too extravagant. You made a scene at the wedding for my sake, forcing the family to agree to let me hide my identity."

"Three years ago when Sylvia was going abroad for advanced studies, I told you I couldn't bear to part with her, so you took a knife and slashed her hand."

"And also, because her mother discovered my relationship with you, you drove and killed her. Just to protect my reputation, you implicated yourself in a hit-and-run and still can't return to the mainland."

Guilt and gratitude flickered in Hudson's eyes.

"Although I can't give you one hundred percent of my feelings, I'm grateful for everything you've done for me. Cecilia, everything I've done for you is what you deserve."

A flash of disappointment crossed Cecilia's eyes, but she quickly recovered and nestled against his shoulder.

"What if Sylvia finds out? She's so proud. If she knew everything you've done..."

Hudson held her and patted her gently.

"Her mother's ashes are kept in the Hope family cemetery."

The implication was clear. I wouldn't dare resist.

Outside the hospital room, I couldn't stop trembling.

It turned out all the dark moments in my life hadn't come from fate.

At the root, they were nothing more than Hudson's complaints and reluctance!

It was him, quietly guiding that mad dog Cecilia from behind, making her attack me again and again.

Destroying my family, tearing apart my dreams, trampling me viciously underfoot!

Even my mother's death wasn't an accident-it was murder!

A murder instigated by my husband Hudson and carried out by my rival Cecilia!

And even after Mother's death, he used her ashes as leverage to control me.

I pushed open the door with shaking hands.

The two people inside hadn't expected anyone to enter. As soon as I walked in, Cecilia screamed in fright.

The nutritional supplement crashed to the floor.

Hudson whipped around. The moment he saw me, his pupils constricted sharply.

He instinctively stood up to explain, but then seemed to think of something and forcibly held back.

"What are you doing here?" he asked quietly.

He moved toward the door, but Cecilia reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Hudson, I'm scared."

Hudson's expression darkened. He stood still and looked at me.

"A few days ago I told you to come take care of Cici. Why didn't you come?"

I looked at this man who felt like a stranger to me.