The lady in yellow dress felt like the ground beneath her feet slipping when she stuttered, “She… is alive.”

The other ladies quickly went to hold her when she collapsed on the ground. “Grace, what happened?”

“Sister Grace, What’s wrong? Are you dizzy? Why are you trembling?”

“Grace, can you tell us what happened?”

Grace Wells eyes were widened in horrid and stammered, “She… She is… She is alive. She will snatch everything back… How can she be alive?…”

Her trembling hand was pointing towards the entrance but there was no ‘She’ because all were moving out or entering in.

Some ladies who heard, ‘She will snatch everything back.’ understood Grace had coveted something that doesn’t belong to her. They just mocked her in their mind knowing she was only capable of that. Those ladies knew well to curry favor to use it in their favor when they knew Grace Wells was nothing but a bitch hiding it from the world.

A lady who noticed Grace’s yellow dress staining in red panicked without understanding how that could happen, “Grace, you are bleeding too much…”

Another one spoke, “It can’t be a menstrual cycle. Blood flow is a lot.”

Grace looked at the blood and held her stomach, “My baby… My baby… I can’t lose it, can’t lose it.” Grace’s fright due to what she saw was replaced with worry, panic thinking about losing the child.

She wanted that child at any cost. To keep her footing strong in the wealthy society and to get the title of Young madam Hays, Otherwise, Madam Hays who looks down on her family status and background will never let her son marry her. It was after two years she was able to conceive and her boyfriend finally got a chance to talk about them with more weight. She couldn’t afford to lose the child at any cost.

She held the lady’s arm next to her and demanded, “Take me to the hospital now.”

The ladies around her quickly reacted and the mall help was also reached. Soon Grace Wells was sent to the hospital and her boyfriend was informed.

— After an hour —

Grace woke up and rubbed her eight weeks of pregnancy stomach, “My baby?… My baby…” She started yelling, “Doctor… Doctor… Doctor…”

Three entered inside the VIP ward hurriedly. “Baby calm down, don’t stress yourself.” A gentle voice tried to coax her.

Grace shrugged his hands away from her face and asked the doctors who were standing in front of her, “My baby is fine right? Nothing can happen to my baby. Doctor, speak, how is my baby?”

The doctors looked at the handsome man who was worried about the lady and dejected about the unborn baby they lost. That man tried to break the news but he failed and nodded at the doctors.

Grace couldn’t wait longer and scowled, “Speak up damn it.”

An elder doctor spoke, “Ms.Wells, we have clearly told you that your blood pressure is high and you should not face any type of anxiety which affects the growth of the baby and your pregnancy. We had recommended you to a therapist and yoga to relieve the stress but we see you haven’t followed anything. I’m sorry to say but you have lost your child.”

Grace laughed hysterically, grabbing the vase from the side table and threw it on the doctor’s head, losing all composure she maintained for the outer world.

‘Crack.’ The doctor hadn’t expected that coming and winced in pain pressing his head.

Grace shouted in anger, “How dare you kill my child?”

The junior doctor could say as she is emotionally unstable but he couldn’t help saying, “You are outrageous.” Then he turned to his senior and guided him out, “Doctor, let’s treat your wound first.”

Senior Doctor had agreed to check on Grace because of young master Hays, he shot him a glance and left in annoyance.

As soon as they left, the handsome man who saw Grace throwing things on the floor in frustration and misery, pulled her to embrace, “Baby, your health is important, please calm down.”

Grace pushed him away when he wrapped his hand around her. Her eyes were blazing like fire watching the handsome face, “Didn’t you say you saw with your own eyes when she died? How did she come back to life?” She held his collar and said through her teeth, “If I get caught, I will not go alone, I will drag you down with me.”

Even though she threatened him viciously, he wasn’t mad about it instead, he cared about ‘She’ Grace mentioned. “How many times have I told you to forget her? Are you having illusions now?”

Grace chuckled but slapped him the next movement without believing him, “You think I don’t remember you moaning her name in my bed. Tell me the truth, did you kill her or not?”

The handsome man grounded his teeth but he composed himself quicker. He tried to calm her down showering his all his gentleness caressing her head, “Baby, I have seen with my own eyes and we even attended her funeral too. Please calm down.”

—-

At Harmon Mansion

Leon failed to get to know anything about the ‘Beauty in Black’ mentioned by Sean. He also got to know that the girl didn’t meet Sean for three consecutive days.

Dylan spoke seeing Leon drowning Borbon, glass after glass, “Brother, I think we are being overprotective of Sean and thinking too much about the coincidence. We should concentrate on Aeon.”

Leon slammed the bottom of rock glass on the bar counter of his mansion. Even he wants to think it as coincidence but he had a feeling somewhere something is going wrong.

Dylan continued, “Ms.Craft asked about her marriage with Aeon. What are your plans?”

Leon responded unhurriedly, “Mia Craft! Such a useless girl. Even after a year, she still failed to get Aeon’s attention. She must be tired of waiting.”

He poured whiskey to his glass saying, “If I start about marriage, Aeon will never agree. Ask August Craft to pressure him, put on an act in front of Aeon, and receive a response. That girl can only act, other than that she is just a piece of shit.”

Dylan hummed and passed the iPad. “Unless about a project, Skylar International CEO or President doesn’t meet anyone easily. I received the rejection twice from the secretary. They didn’t meet Aeon either.”

Leon puffed a smoke ring and slid his finger on the screen of the iPad. “Start a new project and submit it to Skylar. It should be on their benefits. I want to meet them.”

Leon knew either there should be a good relationship with powerful people or should have their weakness in hand to control them.

Since they failed for a year to find out about the President, they tried to get hold of the CEO and his weakness but unfortunately, they found nothing again.

He had even sent people to Dax Grant’s villa but the regency security didn’t allow them inside. Anyway, Leon was sure Dax Grant wasn’t living in that villa, it was just a hoax.