A Child Denied, A Husband Destroyed

I had no idea how much time had passed, but the pain in my belly never let up. I could only lie down, gasping loudly for breath as I fought to stay conscious. Just then, I heard the door open.

It was Dr. Walters. He had a few bodyguards with him, and Aldrich was also on the phone with him.

"Hurry up! We must save her baby!"

I thought that Chrissy had finally given birth and that Aldrich had finally remembered about me. Tears of joy and relief sprang from my eyes.

However, to my shock, the bodyguards just grabbed me and put me back on the cold, hard bed in the basement. And this time, they bound my hands and feet to the bedframe even more tightly than before.

Dr. Walters stared down at me and said, "Chrissy is losing a lot of blood and needs an emergency transfusion. Coincidentally, you share the same blood type as her."

I immediately understood what their motive was and started to struggle. But that only made the constraints around my wrists hurt even more.

"No! I'm also carrying a baby in me! My baby will die if you do this!"

"Shut up!"

Dr. Walters kicked at the side of the bed so hard that I felt my brain and other internal organs shaking within me.

"The baby in Chrissy's belly is the future heir to the Lohan family! You should feel honored to give up your baby in exchange for its life!"

With that, the needle was mercilessly inserted into my veins once again. This time, I could feel my life force being gradually siphoned away from my body. My vision turned blurry, and the pain in my belly started waning out as I lost energy. I felt like a thread about to snap.

I had completely lost consciousness at that point. I was lying on the bed like a lifeless doll.

For some reason, Dr. Walters suddenly panicked after noticing that I wasn't moving anymore. He immediately stopped the transfusion and called Aldrich again.

"Mr. Lohan, Mrs. Lohan seems to have passed out. Should I still continue drawing her blood?"

Aldrich was furious. "Chrissy's life is in dire peril! How dare she pretend to pass out? Just go on! And wake her up. I don't care what you do to her."

So, Dr. Walters told the bodyguard to fill up a bucket of ice-cold water and pour it right down my head.

The bone-chilling wetness seeped right into my body, and my thin nightgown was completely soaked. I shuddered hard as I barely registered consciousness.

Seeing that I had woken up, Dr. Walters inserted the needle once more. But this time, I didn't even have the strength to fight back anymore.

The pain in my belly was still there. Ice-cold water was still dripping down my face, every single drop feeling like an icicle stabbing right into my skin. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell them to stop taking my blood, but the most I could manage was a weak and wispy exhale. I sounded like an animal on its last breath.

Soon, the blood bag was finally filled, and I didn't know how long it took.

Dr. Walters removed the needle from my arm and didn't even offer a cotton ball to stop the bleeding before turning to leave. Just before he left, he turned around to spare me one last glance. "Mrs. Lohan, be good and stay where you are. I'll be back if Chrissy needs more blood."

I felt dread washing all over me. If they continued taking my blood, it wouldn't just be my baby who'd be in danger—I'd lose my life as well.

Fine, Chrissy's baby was treated like a national treasure; but did I or my child deserve to be treated so poorly in contrast?