Chronicle of Love

Chapter 5: Help!

Emma's face was filled with anger, greatly pleasing Linda.

She walked up to Emma, smiling with self-satisfaction, "Emma, have you forgotten what major I'm studying? Finding some props like blood bags and a retractable dagger is a piece of cake for someone in the performing arts department like me."

It turned out to be just a play performed by Emma’s so-called sister.

At this moment, Emma glared at Linda and said, "Why did you deceive Henry into thinking that I'm not carrying his baby? Why did you lie to Henry that I stabbed you and punctured your kidney? In our more than twenty years of sisterhood, I’ve never done anything to betray or mistreat you. Why would you do this?"

"Why? Because Henry's father took a liking to your face!"

Linda suddenly let out a piercing laugh. Her perfectly manicured white fingers landed on Emma's slightly pale but still exquisite face, then cruelly pinched it a few times. A deep jealousy flashed in her eyes, "Clearly, Henry liked me, and I also liked him. But because of his father... that old man thought I had a sinister personality and a too mean appearance, unable to bear the responsibility of being the Scott family's daughter-in-law. I was supposed to be the one marrying Henry, but in the end, it became you! Even sleeping in the same bed as Henry was orchestrated by that old man.”

“Emma, not only did you steal my man, but after four years, you're even slowly stealing his heart. How could I possibly accept that?"

"I’ll gradually take away everything you have and make you taste the bitterness of despair!"

By the way, I'm not afraid to tell you that four years ago, I bribed the servants of the Scott family and added a slow-acting hallucinogenic drug to that old man's food. He ate it for two years. But he didn't die completely. He just became a vegetable. He really got off easy."

Emma shivered and was completely stunned.

"H-How could you do such a thing?"

This younger sister she had watched grow up actually hid such a malicious and venomous heart beneath her beautiful face. It was truly terrifying.

"Why can't I? If it hadn't been for that old man's interference, I would have become Henry's rightful wife, not a resentful mistress."

Linda sneered, retracting her hand from Emma's face and turning around to arrogantly instruct the doctors, "Prepare for surgery on my sister immediately. Remember, no need to administer anesthesia to her."

"No! Linda, you can't do this to me!"

Emma hated to the point of wanting to slap Linda, but her hands and feet were tightly bound to the operating table. She was completely immobilized.

No anesthesia at all? This wicked woman clearly intended to make her suffer in excruciating pain!

However, Linda smiled, a very smug smile.

"Emma, I want you to feel clearly the sensation of your baby slowly suffocating in your belly. Enjoy the gift I sent you!"

"Linda, what goes around comes around. You have done so many evil deeds. You’ll eventually face retribution."

Emma's eyes were filled with intense hatred, almost dripping blood. She spat heavily and splattered saliva all over Linda's face.

"Retribution? Hah, Emma, you're too naive. You've been married to Henry for four years, and I've suffered for four years. But did you receive any retribution? No! With the status of Mrs. Scott, you're happier than anyone else!"

Linda wiped her face and continued to sneer, "Since the God won't help, I'll take revenge myself! That old bastard has already received the punishment he deserves. Now it's your turn, my dear sister. Don't worry, I'll instruct the doctors to go slow and prolong your suffering as much as possible."

After saying that, she gestured to the doctors and walked aside, smugly enjoying Emma's misery.

Those doctors were paid to solve the problem for Linda.

They exchanged glances and eagerly approached the operating table where Emma lay, taking out gleaming instruments from the disinfectant solution.

"No! Stay away! Don't hurt my baby!" Emma let out a desperate scream, struggling with all her might.

Transparent tape tightly bound her wrists, ankles, and neck, leaving behind red bloodstains as she struggled. But she was oblivious, gritting her teeth and fighting like a trapped animal.

She couldn't lose the baby she had longed for through countless days and nights!

She wouldn’t allow it to happen!

But apart from her and Linda, everyone else in the room was doctors bought off by Linda. She had no way to seek help.

As for her husband, Henry, he had long wished for her death!

"Help..."

Emma closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down her face.

For the first time in her life, her heart was filled with bone-chilling despair!

Who would save her and her baby?

In the operating room, several doctors closed in on Emma who was tightly bound to the operating table. Someone raised a knife and with two swift strokes, cut through her light khaki dress, which revealed white cotton leggings underneath and her fair and beautiful skin.

"No, don't hurt me and my baby!" Emma struggled desperately, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded.

Her throat was severely congested, almost tearing apart. Blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, and her pale lips could only emit painful cries.

Seeing the surgeon's knife raised high, about to descend upon her exposed belly, Emma mustered her last bit of strength and quickly turned her head. Her vision blurred as she looked towards Linda, who stood not far away, exquisite and stunning. She had no choice but to compromise.

"Linda, I’m begging you, let me go... I promise to divorce him immediately. I'll give Henry back to you. I don't want anything. Please, just let me keep the baby in my belly..."

But her tearful plea had little effect.

In response, Linda mocked, "Emma, now you're begging me? Hah, it's too late! Since I've revealed everything, I have no intention of letting you leave here alive. Whether I turn you into a half-paralyzed cripple or simply let you die, it depends on my mood!"

This was the first time Linda expressed the thought of wanting Emma to either be disabled or dead. Emma had no idea that her sister hated her so much, and the hatred on her face made it hard for her to breathe.

Just for a man, was it necessary?

Emma stared at Linda for a few seconds and couldn't help but sneer, "Uncle Scott is right. Your vicious personality and mean appearance are indeed unfit for the position of Mrs. Scott."

Emma's words were like a whizzing bullet, piercing directly into Linda's heart. She slapped Emma's face in anger and shouted, "Shut up! Shut your mouth!"

Then, she straightened her neck and arrogantly commanded the doctors, "What are you all standing there for? Immediately perform the surgery on my sister. The sooner, the better!"

"Yes, Miss Campbell."

The next second, Emma's mouth was blocked. A towel tightly stuffed inside, making it impossible for her to call for help. She watched helplessly as the cold surgical knife, which was gleaming with icy light, was about to cut through her delicate skin...

She was desperate, her body convulsing, overwhelmed by sadness and despair that was flowing through every fiber of her being.

No one!

No one would come to save her and the baby!

...

At this moment, the door of the operating room was kicked open forcefully.

Joseph Alexander, dressed in white jeans, strode in with a gust of wind, causing chaos wherever he went.

He looked at Emma who was both disheveled and helpless lying motionless on the operating table, and a fierce anger spread across his usually nonchalant handsome face, "Who the hell dares to do this to you, Emma? I'll kill the person."

In New York City, everyone knew that Joseph was the prodigal son of the Alexander family. Apart from doing his job, he excelled in indulging in food, drink, and pleasure. He spent money recklessly for the sake of entertainment, without batting an eye.

However, among all the beautiful women that Joseph had encountered, Emma was the only one who held a special place in his heart.

So special that whenever Emma called him, he would come running without any complaints.

Emma was on the verge of collapse, feeling dizzy and covered in cold sweat. When she heard the familiar thunderous voice in her ear, she instinctively grabbed Joseph's tanned arm.

After Joseph quickly removed the towel from her mouth, Emma trembled and whispered, "Joseph, help me, help me..."

"Emma, don't be afraid, I'm right here. No one can bully you anymore. Open your eyes and look at me. You..."

I was forcibly taken abroad by my grandfather and exploited for a week. How did you end up like this?

Seeing tears welling up in her eyes, Joseph choked up.