Chapter 452 It’s All Her Own Doing

Lydia suddenly slowed down, catching Meryl off guard. Despite slamming on her brakes, Meryl’s car collided with Lydia’s.

Her immediate thought was, “Is Lydia out of her mind? If she wants to die, why drag me into it?”

After the initial shock, Meryl got out, walked to Lydia’s car, and knocked on the window.

As the window lowered, she saw Lydia’s pale face and then noticed the blood staining the car’s interior.

Lydia leaned back in her seat, clearly in pain. Meryl was taken aback. “The dashcam caught everything. This is on you, so don’t try to pin it on me,” she said.

“My baby…” Lydia gasped, clutching Meryl’s hand. “Please, call an ambulance.”

Meryl was speechless at Lydia’s reckless behavior. Despite their differences, she knew the child was innocent. It was hard to believe Lydia would risk her baby to trap her.

Lydia had acted out of blind rage, swerving in front of Meryl’s car without thinking of the consequences.

The sudden pain and bleeding had terrified her. Her pregnancy had been unstable from the start, with frequent hospital visits and doctor’s orders for bed rest. But the minor collision had triggered severe bleeding. Her abdomen had been uncomfortable for days, though the cause was unclear.

Regret flooded Lydia. She had only meant to scare Meryl, not cause an accident. Now she was paying the price. Her eyes fixed on Meryl, wondering why Meryl was unscathed while she was in such distress.

The crash happened near the Stone family home. Hearing the noise, Malcolm and Bianca rushed out. Malcolm, seeing the scene, shouted at Meryl, “What were you thinking? We were just inside making peace, and now you crash into Lydia?”

“Calm down!” Bianca retorted, glaring at Malcolm. “My daughter is pregnant! If you scare her, I’ll make you regret it! And what makes you think Meryl did it on purpose?”

Malcolm felt a pang of concern for Lydia. She was carrying a child from one of Kingsdom’s most powerful families, a potential heir to billions.

Lydia’s position in the Aniston family was already unstable, and the baby was her only hope for security. If anything happened to the baby, all her efforts would be wasted.

A chill ran down Malcolm’s spine. “In a rear-end collision, it’s usually the fault of the car behind!”

“Don’t be so sure,” Bianca replied. “From here, it looks like Lydia cut in too aggressively!”

As they argued, Lydia, clutching her stomach, interrupted, “Stop fighting! Can someone please get me to the hospital?”