Chapter 5 Our Child
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I loved our child so deeply—how could I ever bring myself to consider getting rid of the baby?
I gazed at Ellentt's handsome face, and the sharp sting of pain gripped my chest.
He already had a fiancée, and I already failed to keep our child. But even if I didn't fail, would he protect the baby?
After all, Alice was the one who was meant to bear him a child with noble blood—certainly not me.
I took a deep breath, preparing to tell him everything. I didn't want Ellentt to misunderstand me, and I definitely didn't want him to hate me.
But just as I was about to speak, the door swung open. I froze as Nasar entered, her eyes giving me a warning: one wrong word, and my sister would pay the price.
I couldn't speak—I simply couldn't.
I pushed Ellentt away, my voice cracking as I spat out the lie, "What's wrong with not wanting the child, Ellentt? You forced this on me. You don't love me, and I hate you for it."
Ellentt's face hardened, his voice dropping to a cold, dangerous tone. "Just because I don't love you, you killed our child?"
Nasar's eyes bored into me, silently demanding that I stayed quiet.
I felt an icy chill spread through my body as I forced the words out, "Yes, you don't love me, I hate you, and I don't want the child. This is my punishment for you."
"Aurora!" Ellentt snapped, his voice like a whip.
His disgust for me was suffocating, his gaze burning with anger. The pain in my chest was unbearable, crushing me from the inside.
Nasar turned her back on me and moved to Ellentt's side, wrapping an arm around him with fake sympathy. "My dear, Aurora is a terrible woman. Only someone heartless could even think about getting rid of a child like that, with no regard for your feelings."
Ellentt didn't take his eyes off me, his expression growing colder by the second.
I could see it in his eyes—Ellentt's disappointment in me ran deep. The tiny bit of warmth I'd once seen in him had vanished, leaving only emptiness.
I hated that I couldn't explain, that I couldn't protect my family. I wanted to scream, to shout that none of this was my fault! I never wanted to lose our child, but—I had no choice.
"Darling, where are you? I'm so scared," Alice's voice echoed from outside the room, trembling with fear.
Nasar softened her expression, concern lining her features as she said, "It's Alice. She's frightened being alone. Ellentt, go and stay with her."
I glanced at Ellentt, and his icy demeanor softened just slightly. He turned away without a word and went to the door.
The moment Alice entered, he didn't spare me a single glance.
Alice appeared fragile, leaning into Ellentt's embrace. When she saw me, her eyes widened in surprise. Then, her voice quivered as she asked, "Darling, will gastritis affect my pregnancy? I'm so worried."
My heart wrenched painfully, the sharp ache making me tremble. I buried myself deeper under the covers, hoping to escape the agony.
Ellentt's voice, unusually soft, reached me as he reassured her, "It won't affect your pregnancy. Don't worry about it."
Alice smiled sweetly, teasing him, "But what if it does? What will we do then?"
Nasar joined in, her tone sickly sweet, "Don't worry, dear. There's nothing to fear."
Ellentt was patient as he continued to reassure her, "If it does affect you, we can always adopt. We can't just let someone else carry our child."
Nasar chuckled, her words laced with mockery. "Exactly. We can't let some worthless woman bear your child for you."
I pressed my hand to my mouth, tears spilling silently down my face.
The spot on the blanket where I lay was soaked with my tears. I thought back to when I was 18, when I first fell for Ellentt.
I had used every trick I knew to get close to him, to warm his heart. He was cold, distant, and never once comforted me.
But I didn't mind; I thought it was just his personality.
Now I knew the truth—he didn't care about me. He never did.
And he didn't care about our child either.
Alice's fake smile never wavered as she noticed me hiding under the blanket.
With false concern, she said, "Ms. Harper, I'm so sorry about yesterday. I hope you can forgive my friend. To make up for it, I've taken care of your medical bills."
"No need," I replied, forcing myself to emerge from under the blanket and give a strained smile.
Alice saw my pale face and immediately began bowing, apologizing again. "Please don't turn down my kindness. My friend may have a sharp tongue, but she meant no harm. I hope you'll accept my apology and forgive us."
I knew what she was doing. If I didn't forgive them, she'd keep going, twisting the knife even deeper. It felt like I'd be the one to blame if I didn't accept her apology.
I managed to force another smile. "I understand. No need to keep apologizing."
Alice, still worried that I might hold a grudge, timidly added, "If you're still upset, you can ask for anything—even money."
My face froze. Alice knew full well that I didn't want money, yet she was trying to provoke me. "I forgive you. No more apologies, and I don't want your money."
Alice just wanted to humiliate me, to see me break. But I wasn't going to give her that satisfaction.
Nasar tugged at Alice's hand. "Good girl. Don't waste your time with someone like her."
"But my friend made a mistake because of me. I have to make it right," Alice insisted, maintaining her sweet smile.
She moved toward me to straighten my blanket, but her hands pressed down on my wound, sending a searing pain through me. I nearly cried out—it hurt so much!
I gritted my teeth against the pain and shifted away from her touch. I couldn't lose my temper. If I did, Alice would turn it around on me, and I'd be the one in the wrong.
I held my ground, trying to stay calm. "It's late. You should all get some rest."
I had enough of this farce. I wasn't going to steal someone else's fiancé, but I wouldn't let them walk all over me either.
"We should go. We've overstayed our welcome," Alice said, taking Ellentt's hand as they walked out of the room, her smile still as sweet as ever. "Darling, I can't wait for our child to arrive. Someone like her—so far beneath us—could never bear your child. Even if it exists, it's just filthy blood, something to be discarded as toxic waste."
Alice—such a cruel, heartless woman! Every second she was here, she drove the knife deeper into my heart.
I prayed that Ellentt would say something, anything, to defend me, or at least... stay silent. But when I heard his soft response, my heart plunged into an icy abyss.
Ellentt left the room with his fiancée clinging to his arm, and Nasar shot me one last cold warning, "Keep your mouth shut, you little bitch."
She turned and walked out.
I couldn't hold it anymore. I collapsed into tears, my heart torn to pieces.
'To these arrogant nobles, is a child born to someone like me—a commoner—just trash to be discarded? Are their children the only treasures? The only ones who matter? Is my child not human?'
I burned with anger, but I was powerless, drowning in a sea of sorrow.
In the dead of night, the door creaked open slightly. My heart leaped in fear as a shadow lunged at me, dragging me off the bed.
It was Nasar. My blood ran cold, and behind her stood Alice, her eyes filled with murder.
"What are you going to do?" I stumbled backward, my instincts screaming that Nasar and Alice were here to finish me off.
Nasar grabbed my ankle and yanked me back, her voice filled with venom. "You'll find out soon enough."
My heart raced as I saw Alice draw a fruit knife, cold sweat breaking out across my skin.
"Don't kill me! Killing is illegal!" I cried, my voice shaking with terror.
I kicked Nasar's hand off and scrambled to my feet, rushing for the door.
I was so close to escaping, but a harsh kick to my back sent me crashing to the floor. I looked back to see Nasar's grip on my legs, dragging me back into the room with brutal strength.
"You little b***h, where do you think you're going?"
Alice shoved my head down, the sharp edge of the knife pressing into my neck. The pain shot through me.
No!
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