From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 97: No Saving Grace

Kelvin's eyes narrowed. "Butler!"

"Mr. Davis," the butlerrushed in, drenched in sweat, "It's bad. Mrs. Davis is bleeding heavily. She's been rushed to emergency care!"

"She's bleeding too?"

"Yes, she was conscious in the ambulance, murmuring about the child, but she passed out upon arrival at the hospital," the butler sighed heavily.

The director's heart skipped a beat, then he felt a twisted sense of joy.

Fiona had played her cards well, cleverly miscarrying and now Penelope's child was at risk too. Perfect.

Yet he masked his elation, feigning indignation, "She deserves this! It's instant karma... She tried to harm Fiona's unborn child and look where it got her!"

The butler interjected, "Director, we shouldn't jump to conclusions. It's not appropriate to say that now."

"What's appropriate or not? Mr. Davis himself said Penelope caused Fiona's miscarriage!"

"Mr. Davis, this..."

Kelvin was already striding toward the adjacent OR, determined to confront Penelope.

She'd caused her own downfall this time, and he would not save her. After her leap into the lake, he'd been lenient once; there would be no second time.

"Mr. Davis, Mr. Davis, you can't just barge into the OR, Mr. Davis..."

The nurses couldn't stop him. He pushed through the crowd and entered the OR where doctors were prepping for surgery.

lay on the table, the clamor around her

strength, she opened her eyes to see Kelvin. Was this reality or

"Kelvin... Kelvin..."

me," he stood beside her, "Penelope, are you aware

child..." she whispered weakly,

his sleeve, to plead, but

Kelvin's gaze was icy, "You've reaped what you sowed, Penelope. You've killed

her head, "No, that's

finger now, saving me

eyes widened, "Kelvin, what are you... what are you

touching hers, "I won't

pupils widened, her face a

severe as Fiona's. On the ambulance ride,

hope the doctors gave her. Now, Kelvin was

you can't do this," Penelope protested, "The child is innocent. Don't

your child is innocent,

"She..."

gone. The doctor just

was colder than the operating table, sending a chill through Penelope. "Her child's death has nothing to do with me..." Penelope's eyes

blank. The child was a pawn, Fiona should have been protective. But in the fall,

wasn't that

don't know what she wanted, but I never thought to kill her

is dead, by

Kelvin. Would I risk my own child's life to harm

was cold

is worthless. Trading its life for mine is a bargain for