Maeve's eyes, wide open, were filled with fear, despair, and a deepening resentment. "It's my child," she thought. "It grows in my womb, bound to me by blood, sharing the same lifeline. What right does Byron have to disregard my wishes and force me to abort my child?" A surge of resentment filled her heart. She turned and bit hard on a nurse's wrist, pulling with force. Blood spurted, accompanied by the nurse's screams. The other medical staff recoiled, loosening their grip on Maeve. She mustered her strength, kicking the doctor holding the anesthesia needle. Amidst the chaos, she grabbed nearby medical instruments and threw them, scattering them across the floor with a crash and clang. She quickly adjusted her clothes and dashed to the window, leaping out. There was a muffled thud. She hadn't felt the predicted pain; it was as if she'd landed on a soft object that groaned.

"Oh my god!" Maeve scrambled up, helping the person she'd landed on. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. Are you alright?"

The person, dust staining their traditional clothes, stood up, their face cold and gloomy. "Thanks to you, I'm not dead yet," they said.

Maeve, embarrassed, realized she'd jumped from the third floor. "I'm really sorry," she said. "I had to leave. If you're alright, I'll go." Fearing Byron's pursuit, she didn't dare stay.

But before she could take a step, Jaylen grabbed her arm. His gaze was cold. "You think you can just leave after hitting me?"

"I have an urgent matter, sir," Maeve said anxiously. "If you want compensation, please go to Eternal Hope. I work there; I won't run away. Right now, I—"

"Ms. Reese can't even remember my voice?" Jaylen interrupted. Maeve looked puzzled; she'd forgotten him.

Jaylen's lips twitched. He saw people approaching and, pulling Maeve's arm, walked in the opposite direction. He had a car waiting. Before the others arrived, Maeve escaped.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but her legs felt weak, and fear lingered. Mid-exhale, she saw the driver and sat up straight. "Sir, thank you for your help," she said, tense and reserved.

Jaylen looked ahead. "Ms. Reese, your memory isn't very good."

Maeve was stunned. "Do you know me?"

"The previous medical bill, along with compensation for this… how does Ms. Reese plan to pay?"

Recognition dawned. "You're Dr. Chatterly? I'm so sorry! I didn't expect you to be there," Maeve apologized. "I'll pay whatever you want." She knew that without him breaking her fall, she might have miscarried, even if she'd escaped. She'd rather choose her own way to die than be pinned to an operating table.

Jaylen glanced at her. "You don't have to call me Dr. Chatterly."

"I thought it was more respectful," Maeve replied.

"Really?" The conversation ended there.

A sharp pain shot through Maeve's lower abdomen, likely from the jump. She wanted to ask Jaylen to take her to the hospital, but feared Byron's pursuit. Could she trust Bonnie for help? She was in a dilemma.

Jaylen said, "Your face shows signs of a miscarriage." He'd noticed something wrong with her health earlier.

"Miscarriage?" Maeve's face paled. "What should I do?"

"I can help," Jaylen said wearily. "But what can you offer me this time?"

Maeve bit her lip. "What do you want? Money...?"

"I'm not short of money."

Maeve thought, If you were short of money, this would be difficult.

"Do you always charge?" Maeve asked, confused. "What if someone can't pay?"

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