Niamh’s abdomen crashed against the corner of the coffee table as she fell onto the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet with difficulty, she was slapped again by Mrs. Waldburg before she could even stabilize herself.
“You wicked woman! I’ll make your life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Waldburg warned harshly, before pushing Niamh again.
Already weak on her feet, Niamh found herself falling to the floor again as Mrs. Waldburg pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on impact and blood began to leak from her wound.
Black spots appeared in her vision and her mind buzzed.
“My heart hurts, Kendrick! Why does Niamh have to come after me all the time?” Nevaeh began to wail and complain.
Kendrick’s threatening and terrifying gaze swept over Niamh again before he turned around to carry a pale Jackson.
“Don’t worry, our baby will be fine.” Kendrick comforted Nevaeh as he marched out. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the culprit pay the painful price.”
He promised Nevaeh, a promise that solidified Niamh’s impending doom.
Swaying, Niamh braced against the pain and stood. Her heart shook as she watched Nevaeh turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Nevaeh to cut her own son’s face just to frame her, but that was the horrifying truth.
Just how evil must one be to do such a merciless thing?
The thought of Jackson’s angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had Niamh’s chest tightening uncomfortably.
Secretly, she followed them to the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead, she immediately went to the emergency ward.
Arriving, she watched a nurse rush out of the ward.
Nevaeh tugged on the nurse, tears streaming off her face. “How is my son, nurse? Will his face scar?”
“Scarring is the least of the problems now. The child’s lost a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t have blood packets that fit your son. As his mother, you…”
Nevaeh’s expression shifted slightly and she rushed to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my blood if it means you’ll save my son!”
Haha.
Niamh could not help but laugh at the scene before her.
That was just how fake Nevaeh was.
Yet this very fake act turned into something magnificent in Kendrick’s eyes.
Frowning, he walked over to Nevaeh. “Nevaeh.”
“I won’t let anything happen to our son, Kendrick!” Nevaeh looked at Kendrick with teary eyes and followed the nurse out.
Only to run out not a minute later. “The doctor said no, Kendrick. I can’t give my blood when I’m still on my period.”
She began to wail, clutching Kendrick tightly.
“What do we do, Kendrick? What if our baby dies? How could Niamh be so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt me? Why did she have to hurt our son?”
At that, Niamh watched bloodlust bloom in the space between Kendrick’s brows.
Her heart clenched and she turned to the blood donation center without sparing them another glance.
Knowing that her blood type was just like Nevaeh’s, the rare RhAB blood type, she should be able to donate for Jackson.
After a quick inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial concern about the situation of her body posing a problem.
With that, Niamh donated Jackson 500c.c worth of her blood, leaving her body too exhausted to even walk.
With heavy steps, she turned to leave only to have Kendrick’s voice ring out suddenly from behind.
“A woman just donated her blood to my son? Which one?”
“Huh? Oh, that one.”
Hearing the nurse’s reply, Niamh hid herself in the emergency exit.
She was afraid that Kendrick would find it disgusting to know that it was her blood, but saving Jackson took priority.
Niamh hid in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as she saw Kendrick’s shadow pass in front of her.
Her entire body ached and the blood donation had left her shivering from the cold. Curling into herself by the corner, she watched Kendrick’s figure leave and vanish from sight, just as Niamh’s consciousness began to give. It was already the following day when she woke. Her legs cramping from her position as she stood with a hand braced on the wall.
The pain in her body was still present and the wound on her forehead seared.
Supporting her weight on the wall, she found Nevaeh on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was about to inquire about Jackson’s situation.
Niamh immediately stepped back, hiding behind the door.
Nevaeh’s frustrated tone drifted over. “Hmph. So some woman just happened to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came from but I hate it. She should’ve just let the thing die, then Kendrick definitely would not go easy on Niamh!”
“That thing’s a damn eyesore. He should’ve died two years ago! The only reason he’s still alive is that he’s useful.”
Niamh was shocked by the words out of Nevaeh’s mouth.
Were these even the words of a mother?
Jackson was still hers and Kendrick’s son. How could she be so fickle with her biological son’s life just to make Kendrick hate Niamh?
That was inhumane!
Unable to suppress the fumes of anger, Niamh walked out the door.
Hearing movement, Nevaeh turned around to see Niamh and her expression shifted immediately. “Why are you here, Niamh, you b*tch!”
“You are inhumane, Nevaeh!”
Furious, Niamh raised a hand to slap it across Nevaeh’s cheeks.
“Nevaeh Delgado! Not even tigers prey on their young! Yet you? Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could a woman as evil as you exist in this world?”
A dark and wretched look glossed over Nevaeh’s features. “You b*tch! How could you hit me?”
Raising her claws to pounce on Niamh, Nevaeh was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her phone. Reading its display, Nevaeh broke into a sinister and terrifying smile.
“I’m going to make you pay for slapping me, Niamh. I’ll make your life a living hell!”
Niamh got the inkling that Nevaeh was about to try something and she was right. She watched as Nevaeh undid her updo and mess it up, then fall back onto the corridor outside.
“Help! Kendrick, save me!”
She suddenly bawled, climbing away embarrassedly.
People began to gather, but most importantly, Kendrick arrived in time as well.
Seeing Nevaeh on the floor, her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe, Kendrick quickly rushed over to carry her in his arms.
“I don’t want anything else, Kendrick. I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Niamh in fear. “Please, Niamh. I’m begging you. Leave me alone!”
Nevaeh threw herself into Kendrick’s arms in terror, vividly creating the image of the victim.
She had played the same old trick but still, he believed it without suspicion.
Everyone had cast their disdainful and doubtful gazes on Niamh. Niamh had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not get used to the murderous and cold look Kendrick was giving her.
In her mind, it was a face that she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held the gentleness it once had.
At this moment, as Kendrick was holding Nevaeh, his cold, blade-like eyes pierced Niamh,.”Ma. De. Line!”
He gritted his teeth as he spat out these three syllables, each with an engulfing force!
Niamh felt a chill travel from the soles of her feet through her whole body. It was horrifying.
Nevaeh who at this time was leaning into Kendrick’s arms was crying nonstop. “Kendrick, how could Niamh be so cruel? She told me that she herself had been pregnant with a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment. Since she’s also been a mother, why can’t she understand a mother’s feelings?” she said whilst looking at Niamh, her tears whirling.
“Niamh, stop it! Do you want your child and your grandfather to die without peace?”
Speaking of her grandfather and the murdered child, Niamh suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble body suddenly rushed towards Nevaeh with all her strength.
She pulled up Nevaeh’s collar and slapped her madly.
“You still dare mention my grandfather and my child! Why were you not the one who died, Nevaeh! You are the most d*mnable!”
“Ah! Kendrick, my face hurts!” Nevaeh screamed again and again.
The situation happened so suddenly and Kendrick did not expect that Niamh would suddenly lose her mind and rush over with so much might.
It took him a bit of force to finally push Niamh away and protect Nevaeh in his arms.
Niamh was pushed violently, her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that she could not straighten herself.
Kendrick hugged Nevaeh who was still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Niamh. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl as it plunged into Nevaeh’s eyes.
Niamh was still hurting physically and mentally. She also had no more energy to explain and so turned away amidst the curses of the crowd.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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