Back then, Irene and Yvonne bullied her. She chose to stay silent, to turn cold, and to get a divorce. She tried to prove she wanted no part in their drama by backing down every time.
But now, Yalena and Irene were bullying her all over again, and this time, they were even targeting her family. She couldn’t understand why they still came after her.
She was so unwilling to accept this. For the sake of her baby, she had endured for far too long. She refused to be the one destroyed by silence. She didn’t want to die quietly, without a fight. She couldn’t let it end like this.
“Ms. Johnston, you have to hang in there! If you can’t deliver the baby, both you and the baby will be in danger.”
Teresa gripped the bedsheet with both hands, her knuckles white. Even with the meds, the pain was still excruciating. Sweat drenched her hair, but she held on with everything she had. She was determined to bring her baby into this world.
And after that, she’d make every single one of those who bullied her pay for it. She had to stay alive. Teresa pushed herself, using up the very last shred of strength she had left. And then, Teresa lost consciousness.
Meanwhile, Gary was shopping at Crown Plaza when he got a call from the hospital. The shopping bag slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a loud thud, his face falling instantly.
“Do everything you can to save her and the baby. Not a single thing can go wrong with either of them, you hear me? I’ll notify Mr. Lynn right away!” Gary barked into the phone.
He made sure not to disturb Michael, who was still playing, and told the bodyguards to keep an eye on him. Then Gary got another car, pulled out a second phone, and called Jonathan right away.
It was pouring in Nareigh. Jonathan was in the middle of a board meeting when, outside, thunder crashed and lightning lit the sky. The storm was so fierce that trees were bent nearly sideways.
Jonathan sat right in the center of the room, one hand resting on the table, occasionally drumming his fingers. His face was icy cold, brows locked in a deep frown.
The rain hammered against the blinds, the whole storm giving the place an uneasy, restless vibe. Suddenly, a shrill phone ring sliced through the tense silence of the meeting room.
Jonathan glanced at the caller ID. It was Gary. He picked up. The next second, Jonathan shot to his feet. When he heard Gary say that Teresa had gone into premature labor, he actually staggered for a moment.
Without saying a word, he bolted out of the room like a whirlwind, not even bothering to dismiss the meeting.
Gary told Jonathan that Teresa had gotten into a heated argument with a woman. No one knew exactly what the woman said, but it was enough to trigger Teresa’s premature labor. After that, the woman just drove away.
Now Teresa was in the delivery room, giving birth. The surveillance cameras had caught a few shots of the woman, and Gary sent the photos to Jonathan.
Only the woman’s side profile was visible, and she never even got out of her car, but Jonathan still recognized it was Yalena. “Call Eason!” Jonathan barked at his secretary.
“Tell him this. If anything happens to my wife or my kid today, not a single person in his family will get away with it!”
Chapter 938
Bobby froze, stunned. He had never seen Jonathan this furious before. His anger was so intense that the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.
Outside, the rain was pouring down in buckets. The wipers were working overtime, but the windshield was still a blurry mess.
When Jonathan got to the airport, every single flight was grounded. The storm was just too wild. By the time Benny showed up, Jonathan was already losing it, frantically calling in favors and trying anything to get a plane in the air.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Benny shouted, grabbing Jonathan just in time. “Flying in this kind of weather? That’s basically suicide!”