After Being Falsely Accused, I Took Revenge Fiercely!

At least I still have my baby, that's something.

No matter the pain, as long as the baby's okay, I'll hang in there.

I gritted my teeth, bearing it all for my baby.

Elizabeth wouldn't dare touch the baby. The Lincolns family values their heirs too much. She'd be in hot water if anything happened.

I kept believing she wouldn't dare harm my baby.

So, I endured the beatings.

But when Elizabeth's hand got too close to my belly, I caught her wrist with my blood-streaked hand.

Touch anything but my baby.

I gripped her wrist tight, causing her to yank her hand away with a hiss of pain.

"You little bitch! You dare grab me?"

"Just a little bump, huh?"

I shot her a glare, my eyes bloodshot.

"You dare give me that look!"

Elizabeth slapped me hard enough to turn my head.

"Stop looking at me like that! You're reminding me of James's tramp of a mother! If it weren't for her, my child... would still be here!"

She had no right to talk about his mom!

"It was you! You're the home wrecker! You destroyed his parents' marriage!"

I countered her, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.

Suddenly, she squeezed my neck, cutting off my air. I gasped and choked, unable to speak.

All I could see were her furious, bloodshot eyes as she screamed at me.

"Say it again! I dare you!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Then, she laughed wildly, and the other women didn't dare to touch me, just watching in silence.

Elizabeth's manicured nails traced my belly, causing me to shiver. I quickly covered my stomach.

Gradually, she stood up.

She withdrew her hand and then raised her foot.

Her high heels, bright and blood-red, seemed to gleam menacingly.

I fixated on those heels, using every bit of strength to resist.

But I was too weak, and with a fierce stomp, she landed on my belly.

The pain erupted from deep within, like a knife slicing through me, leaving me breathless.

"...Ah!"

"It hurts! It hurts... so much!"

My body convulsed, my face pale, sweating profusely.

Suddenly, a warm gush came from my belly. Trembling, I reached down and found my hand covered in blood.

"Blood... my baby..."

I screamed, raw and desperate.

"Please, save me... save this baby. James's first child can't be lost."

Elizabeth, consumed by jealousy, appeared unfazed.

She casually tucked her hair behind her ear and picked up her phone.

"Elizabeth, take good care of Mary. After all, she's carrying a Lincoln."

Grasping for anything, I croaked, "Help... help me."

Elizabeth dismissed me, ranting on the phone.

"George, I'm pregnant too! How can you expect me to deal with your mistress?"

"What mistress? What pregnancy? Elizabeth, are you...?"

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Elizabeth hung up furiously, then smashed her phone to pieces.

I caught a sliver of information.

"You're pregnant too? Then you know what it's like to be a mother. Please, help me, my stomach... it hurts so badly..."

"Help you?"

Elizabeth sneered, looking down at me as I crawled, leaving a trail of bright red blood behind.

"Do you really think that's possible?"

I finally reached the discarded phone, trembling as I dialed James.

The moment the call connected. A flicker of hope surged.

James picked up.