My Husband Murdered My Parents to Please His Mistress

Chapter 5

Suddenly, Isabelle started crying as she clawed at the red rash spreading across her skin.

“Daddy, my hands are so itchy.”

She cried as she glanced at me, her voice trembling. “Stace tried to make me eat peanut candy just now. When I said no, she said she’d hit me.”

The moment she finished speaking, she threw herself into Elijah’s arms.

“Daddy, I’m scared.”

Yvette immediately rushed over and shoved me hard.

“Miss Quarles, if you have a problem with me or Isabelle, you can say it to my face. Why would you do something like this behind our backs? I told you last night that Isabelle is allergic to peanuts. She’s just a child. Why can’t you be a little more tolerant?”

My waist slammed hard into the armrest, and the pain was so sharp that I could not even straighten up.

All I could do was shake my head desperately and explain, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it. I had no idea she was allergic to peanuts...”

But what Elijah did next shattered the very last bit of hope I had left.

He raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face.

“Isabelle is only four. How could she possibly make up a lie like that? If you really didn’t like her, you should have told me last night. Why did you have to take it out on a child?”

In just a few short minutes, Isabelle’s body was covered in red welts, and she was starting to struggle to breathe.

I looked at Elijah and could not stop myself from asking, “You’d really trust the woman who left you paralyzed for five years?”

The look he gave me was cold as ice, and it crushed the last of my dignity with ease.

“That’s between me and her. Since when was it your place to interfere?”

I had thought that my five years of unwavering devotion would at least earn me a little sincerity from him.

But only now did I understand that I had never truly made it into his heart.

At that moment, I was more grateful than ever that I had decided to leave last night.

Elijah rose straight from the wheelchair and scooped Isabelle into his arms as he headed for the door.

He could not even be bothered to keep pretending anymore.

Yvette followed behind them, crying as she asked, “Lijah, Isabelle’s going to be okay, right?”

Even though Elijah was clearly panicking, he still turned back to comfort her.

“She’ll be fine. I’ll bring in the best doctors in the city!”

Suddenly, I remembered how I had slipped in the bathroom the day before yesterday and hurt my spine so badly that tears had come to my eyes on the spot.

Elijah had been nervous then too.

But after hesitating for a moment, he had only chosen to call the maid loudly to help me up.

Even when I was hurt, he still insisted on guarding the secret that he had already recovered.

But now, Isabelle was only having an allergic reaction, and that alone was enough to throw him completely into a panic.

Bracing myself against the banister, I tried to stand up slowly, only to realize that I had no strength left at all.

The blood on the floor kept spreading, inch by inch, trickling down the stairs like a glaring red line.

I lifted my hand and made a call.

“Travis Oxford, please help me arrange a D&C. I’ll be there soon.”

On the other side, after Elijah rushed the child to the hospital, he finally realized he was drenched in cold sweat.

If Stacie really had fed Isabelle peanut candy today, then it was no ordinary argument. It was deliberate harm.

Of course, he could have checked the security footage. He could also have verified whether I was lying.

But he did not dare take that gamble.

After a long silence, he still said to the doctor, “Run a paternity test for me and Isabelle.”

In truth, Yvette had always refused to let him do one.

Whenever Isabelle got sick, she would come up with every excuse possible to delay it.

The reason Elijah had always treated Isabelle well was only because, in that child, he saw the boy he used to be and wanted to make up for the regrets of his own childhood.

But now, with the wedding just around the corner, the image of Stacie breaking down in tears earlier that day kept replaying in his mind.

Elijah no longer wanted to lie to himself.

Because deep down, he had already known that Isabelle was not his child.

The paternity test results would not be ready until the next day.

When he saw the final words on the report—Excluded as the biological father—he unexpectedly let out a quiet breath of relief.

But along with that report came another one.

Stamped across the top in bold letters were the words: D&C PROCEDURE AFTER MISCARRIAGE.