He Risked His Life for Me, Yet I Almost Lost Myself

Chapter 6

Her pale face was veiled in dead silence. To keep what little dignity she had left, her voice rose unconsciously.

"That is what Dany owes me. Without me, without the Grant family, how could he have the life he has today? Otherwise, Nina, how would you have the chance to swagger here like this!"

Nina was choked by Lucy's words, then her eyes filled with disdain and mockery.

"Hmph, the Grant family? It's already ruined. If Dany weren't capable, the Grants would have fallen long ago. Do you think you can still act high and mighty like before? Stop dreaming!"

Lucy lowered her head slowly, her gaze falling on the thin gold chain around her neck. Memories flashed back—the day Dany had confessed his love, fumbling to put the necklace on her.

His young, nervous eyes had been full of sincerity.

"Lucy, I know you don't lack these things, but I always want to give you the best. I learned from a craftsman for half a year to make this chain by hand. I promise I'll make you happy forever."

Lucy raised her hand, unclasped the chain without hesitation, and laid it gently on the counter glass.

"Please check this. How much can you give me if you take it?"

Watching her nine years of marriage end in just a few thin bills, Lucy smiled bitterly. She clutched the money tightly and turned to leave.

Back at the Hayes house, she passed the garden and suddenly stopped. She spun around, rushed in, and stumbled to pluck a rose.

Then she tightened her right hand in self-torture, letting the thorns dig deeper. Blood mixed with tears streamed down.

Only this could ease the suffocating despair inside her.

"Lucy, what are you doing?"

At the sight of blood oozing from her palm, Dany's pupils shrank sharply.

His face showed unspoken anxiety. He lifted Lucy into his arms in a panic and rushed inside, fast and urgent.

He set her down gently, fetched the first-aid kit, and cleaned her wound carefully—so softly, as if she were made of glass.

He babbled a few worried words, his voice full of tender distress.

Lucy stared down, still frozen. Dazed by his softness, she almost thought she was back nine years ago.

Dany suddenly thought of their lost child; a shadow crossed his eyes. He smiled and pulled out a ring, sliding it firmly onto her ring finger.

He toyed with her fingertips, his voice lowering, laced with temptation.

"Lucy, we missed our anniversary. Let's not waste any more time. We should have a baby."

Lucy grabbed Dany's wandering hand and shot up. Ignoring the blood seeping through her bandage, she held up a cup to block him, her eyes burning with resistance and despair.

Sensing her disgust, Dany's face turned dark and terrifying.

Enraged, he pinched her chin and pinned her flailing limbs. As he was about to press over her, the driver knocked and entered.

"General Hayes, Miss Nina is crying and asking for you..."

Horrified by the scene, the driver fell silent.

Dany slowly loosened his grip. Before leaving, he threw out a threat.

"Lucy, know your place. Your only use now is to bear the Hayes family a child."

Watching him leave for Nina, Lucy felt no sadness—only relief.

She packed a simple bag, took her important documents, and rushed to the hospital. She would never return to the Hayes house. She had to take her mother and run.

But when she arrived, she was handed her mother's critical notice. The cancer had returned; she needed immediate surgery, or she would die.

The only surgeon who could perform it was in the next room, preparing to examine Nina.