He Married Me to Save Her

Chapter 2

Was she Caleb's stand-in, or just a container for breeding medicine?

Amelia could no longer hold back. She violently pushed open the stairwell door, her eyes blazing with a mix of pain and fury, staring intently at the man she had loved for so many years. "Dominic! Is everything you just said true?"

A flicker of panic, barely noticeable, flashed across Dominic's face, but it quickly turned cold again.

"Since you heard, I won't hide it from you. Amelia urgently needs hematopoietic stem cells. You are twins, so the child can definitely save her."

Amelia's voice trembled. "So you used me, used our child?"

"It's just extracting a bit of hematopoietic stem cells. It won't endanger her life."

Dominic frowned, speaking with self-righteous certainty. "Amelia is your own sister. Can you really just watch her die? Amelia didn't want to hurt you, so I had no choice but to resort to this."

"No choice but to resort to this?" Tears instantly welled up in Amelia's eyes. "Dominic, she fled from the wedding and caused your car accident. I was the one who took care of you day and night and helped you with rehabilitation! I was the one who, when you were giving up on yourself, slowly pulled you back to your feet! What do you take my ten years of devotion for? What do you take this unborn child for?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a sharp, dragging pain suddenly struck her lower abdomen.

Amelia's face instantly turned deathly pale. Her body staggered and she began to fall backward.

Dominic instinctively stepped forward and reached out to support her.

Just as he was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the screen and immediately answered the call.

"Mr. Hawthorne!" The urgent voice of a doctor came through the phone. "Mrs. Caleb's condition has suddenly worsened. She needs a blood transfusion immediately, or else…"

"I'll bring the matching donor right away."

Dominic's gaze fell directly on Amelia's swollen belly, his eyes cold and resolute. "Perform a cesarean section now."

"What did you say?" Amelia's pupils constricted. She desperately grabbed Dominic's sleeve, her voice pleading. "Dominic, this is our child! He's only seven months old. Do you not know how dangerous an early C-section is? You can't be so cruel!"

"For Amelia, there's no other way."

Dominic pried her hand off and turned to instruct his assistant. "Go get the doctors and nurses immediately."

"No! I won't agree!" Amelia struggled frantically, but the pain in her lower abdomen grew more intense, leaving her powerless.

Dominic simply bent down and scooped her into his arms. "Don't worry, I've already arranged for the best doctors. The child will be fine."

"Dominic! You are a monster!"

Amelia wailed in despair, but her struggles were futile against Dominic.

The anesthetic was injected into her body, and her lower abdomen gradually lost sensation, yet Amelia's consciousness remained unusually clear.

She watched helplessly as the scalpel sliced open her belly, as the doctor removed the wrinkled infant from her womb.

The child let out a faint cry, proof that he was safe.

Just as Amelia's heart began to settle slightly, she felt her vision darken.

A nurse's panicked voice reached her ears. "Oh no! Massive postpartum hemorrhage!"

Her consciousness slowly faded, eventually sinking into endless darkness.

Amelia's eyes snapped open. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for air.

She realized this was not the hospital's operating room, but the bathroom of her bedroom.

In her hand, she was still holding a pregnancy test, with two glaring red lines on it.

Had she been reborn?

Back to the very day she first discovered she was pregnant?