Chapter 131

Heather was on edge. “My daughter mentioned death and a lot of blood earlier. Could she have seen something? Oh God, Amanda was such a good person. She didn’t deserve this.”

“There’s no proof she’s dead. She’s just missing,” Chase reminded her firmly.

“Right, right. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.”

Chase shifted his gaze toward the hospital room. “How’s Ann holding up?”

Heather sighed heavily. “Not well. After you passed out, my daughter’s condition worsened. The doctors have her on medication now… it’s all in fate’s hands.”

A knot formed in my stomach. Ann’s reaction when she saw Chase felt like a brief spark of life, as if she were clinging on to deliver a message about me.

After offering Heather comfort, Chase left for the doctor’s office. He insisted on doing everything possible to save Ann, sparing no expense.

The ICU cost was exorbitant, beyond their family’s means. Chase, however, secretly topped up Ann’s medical account with half a million dollars, waiting for Ann to recover and reveal the truth.

Nicole, after treatment, was moved to the VIP ward, where the Kennedy family had gathered. As soon as Chase entered, they glared at him angrily. My mother fumed, “What, now that Nicole’s okay, you’re here to finish the job?”

“Mom, don’t be like that with him. This isn’t his fault,” Nicole interjected.

“Nicole, you’re defending him?”

They all berated Chase.

I watched Nicole, another Kennedy daughter, receive pampering. I couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between our lives. I had once clung to life in a hospital, ignored by everyone. Even when my family appeared, it was only to scold me for wasting their time. Meanwhile, the entire family devoted themselves to Nicole.

I wondered what their reactions would be if they discovered their precious daughter had ended my life.

Just then, a doctor appeared. “What’s all this commotion?” he asked, frowning coldly. “Don’t you know a pregnant woman needs peace to rest?”

Pregnant? Nicole was pregnant?

It wasn’t a surprise, considering Nicole and Chase’s recent indiscretions. But why did it have to be her?

I clenched my fists, eyes squeezed shut, thinking of my unborn child. Why did my child never see the light of day, while she, the murderer, carried another life? Bitterness and fury consumed me.

The doctor’s words hit the Kennedy family like a bombshell. My brother, peeling grapes for Nicole, dropped one, sending it flying. My mother’s face froze. “Pregnant? You must be mistaken. We don’t have a pregnant woman here.”

A nurse presented a report. “This is Ms. Kennedy’s report.”

My father snatched it; my brother joined him. They examined the blood analysis report, revealing a sonogram at the bottom. The doctor circled the results. “She’s almost six weeks along. You didn’t know?”

The family’s faces soured.

With a strained smile, my mother said, “Thank you for letting us know, doctor. Our daughter kept it a secret.”

“Pregnant women need special care, especially in the first trimester. No more reckless behavior; there’s a life at stake.”

Nicole touched her belly, smiling softly. “I understand, doctor. I won’t act foolishly again.”

Once the doctor left, my father threw the report on the table, his voice low and heavy. “Now, tell me, whose bastard are you carrying?”