The Man I Loved Married My Worst Enemy

Chapter 7 The Last Thing She Had

In the end, Veronica's child could not be saved.

Outside the operating room, Adrian waited, his rage nearly driving him mad. When Sophie was brought before him, he grabbed her by the collar, ignoring the blood still at the corner of her mouth.

"Sophie, you wouldn't even spare Veronica's child! You nearly ruined her ballet career, and now you've destroyed her chance to become a mother." His eyes darkened as he continued coldly, "Fine. If that's the case, then I'll make you experience what it feels like to lose the thing you care about most."

He turned to the men behind him. "Cut the tendons in her feet. I want her to never dance again for the rest of her life."

Sophie's head snapped up, her eyes widening in disbelief. "No! Please, Adrian! You know ballet is my life. It's everything I've worked for. You can't do this to me! I didn't stab Veronica. She did it to herself!"

Suddenly, Sophie remembered the surveillance cameras outside the auction hall. It was like grasping the last straw of hope. She grabbed Adrian's wrist desperately. "There must be cameras outside the auction hall. Go check them!"

Adrian only curled his lips into a cold smile and shook off her hand. "You're saying Veronica would sacrifice her own child just to frame you?" His voice turned icy. "Sophie, do you really think you're worth that?"

The bodyguards behind him immediately restrained Sophie and began dragging her toward the operating room.

"No! I don't want this!" she cried desperately. "Adrian, I was wrong. I'll apologize to her, alright? As long as Veronica forgives me, I'll do anything you want. Please... don't destroy my feet!"

Sophie clawed desperately at the floor and the doorframe, no longer caring about her dignity. Her fingers scraped against the ground until they bled, but she paid no attention to the pain, pleading only for Adrian to soften his heart.

At that moment, she no longer cared about pride or appearances.

She only knew one thing.

She could not become crippled. Otherwise, how would she ever dance again?

Seeing the terror on Sophie's face, Adrian suddenly felt a flicker of hesitation.

Just as Sophie was about to be dragged fully into the operating room, Adrian finally sighed in frustration and waved his hand. "Forget it."

"Thank you, Adrian!" Sophie exclaimed gratefully.

But the very next moment, Veronica rushed out of the operating room.

Her white dress was stained with blood, spreading like crimson flowers across the fabric. Her face was pale and streaked with tears, making her look terrifyingly fragile.

"I knew it," she said, tears streaming down her face. "Adrian still cares about you, Sophie. In that case, I wish the two of you happiness for the rest of your lives. As for me, I'll go and join my child in death."

Before anyone could react, Veronica pushed open the hospital window and made as if to jump.

"Veronica, no!" Adrian shouted in panic.

He rushed forward and pulled her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist as if holding onto a treasure he had nearly lost forever.

"You scared me to death," he said hoarsely. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have been soft-hearted."

He looked up sharply. "Take Sophie to the operating room. Now."

This time, no matter how Sophie begged or screamed, Adrian did not look at her again.

His entire attention was focused on comforting the sobbing Veronica in his arms.

Only Veronica glanced back once as Sophie was dragged away.

A triumphant smile curled across her lips.

In that moment, Sophie felt her heart grow cold.