Saving Another With My Life

I was utterly disgusted by Quintus's absurd and shameless words. I looked at him coldly and asked, "How exactly do you expect me to give up the interview?"

Quintus glanced at me before continuing, "I've already pulled some strings to swap the medical records. No one will ever find out."

Thinking I was reluctant, Quintus softened his tone. "I know you've always wanted a child. Once you recover, we'll have one. You also know my company is about to go public and needs this publicity. Nessa is a public figure, and with her involved, the buzz will be even bigger. If we handle this right, it'll be beneficial for both of us."

I let out a cold laugh. Even now, Quintus was only thinking about Vanessa and himself. Not once had he ever truly cared about me.

Without hesitation, I nodded. "Fine."

He let out a sigh of relief and grasped my hand with a look of affection. "That's right. We are a team. If I do well, so will you. Now, get some rest. I'll check on you later."

Ironically, until the morning of the day after tomorrow, Quintus never came to see me.

After asking around, I learned that the interview he mentioned was in the hospital's conference room.

I checked the time and dragged my not fully healed body over there.

By the time I arrived, the reporters had already filled the venue, and the place was packed.

Through the crowd, I immediately spotted Quintus and Vanessa.

Quintus stood beside her wheelchair, looking at her with tender concern, while Vanessa had dressed herself to appear more gravely injured than she actually was. They held hands, playing the role of a devoted couple perfectly.

A reporter turned to Vanessa and asked, "Who do you want to thank the most for surviving this disaster?"

Vanessa gave a weak but radiant smile. "I want to thank the doctors who saved my life. Without them, my baby and I wouldn't be here today."

She paused, then looked up at Quintus with soft admiration. "And I want to thank my love. He never left my side, even in the face of life and death. His support gave me the strength to hold on."

Applause and murmurs of admiration filled the room.

"This is so touching. After going through such a disaster together, your love must be even stronger."

"Yes, many families were torn apart by the earthquake, but the fact that the three of you survived is nothing short of a miracle. You'll surely be even happier in the future."

Another reporter turned to Quintus. "Mr. Ford, you are not only a successful businessman but also an exemplary husband. Do you have any words for your fellow men?"

Quintus adjusted his posture, bent down slightly, and gazed at Vanessa with deep affection. Just as he cleared his throat to speak, I pushed through the crowd, gripping something I had prepared earlier.

Without hesitation, I strode straight toward him and slapped him across the face.

The sound of a sharp, resounding slap echoed as my hand landed on his face.

He staggered back, almost falling to the ground.

The room erupted into chaos, and hundreds of cameras turned their lenses toward me.

"Giselle, you—"

I let out a cold laugh and pointed at Vanessa, who sat frozen in her wheelchair. "She's your wife? Then tell me, Quintus, who am I? What about our child?"

Before Quintus could react, I tore away the black cloth covering my chest.

A small, square urn was exposed for all to see.