The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

“What kind of pictures?”

Chapter 218

Paul clicked on another trending topic titled “Arabella’s Scandalous Photos.”

The page was dotted with intimate photos of Arabella and Elijah. Even with the blur, they were too explicit for comfort.

The comments were mostly mocking him, saying he was willingly wearing the cuckold’s cap or calling him a doormat, implying that he was happy to clean up other people’s messes.

One comment, in particular, hit a nerve. “This Paul guy is nothing compared to Percival. Just look at the women they chose.”

“Percival’s fiancée, Vivienne, though not from a wealthy family, earned two Ph.D. degrees by the age of sixteen. She’s the genius hacker, Shadow Wolf, The Scent Maestro, and the internationally renowned fashion designer, Charles. Talk about talent!”

“Then take a look at Arabella. She has no talent except for the ability to cheat on her fiancé.”

Paul lifted his head and glared at Arabella.

It was all because of this woman!

She was the reason he became a laughingstock!

When Arabella heard the recording, her face turned pale. She had also seen the pictures of her and Elijah on Twitter.

She stared at the photos, trembling all over.

How could this be? Hadn’t Felix promised not to release these photos?

She didn’t know that Felix was dead.

“Paul Arabella tried to say something to calm Paul’s fury.

done with you!” Paul stood up abruptly and stormed out of

arm. “This isn’t my fault! You were the one who got recorded. If it were just the photos, no one would

this is my fault now?” Paul laughed bitterly. Even without the recording, the exposure of those photos alone would have been enough to halt Arabella’s

child wasn’t his, he would lose all face if

careful, none of this would have happened!

was her best option, and she didn’t want to give

them

Suddenly, someone snickered.

He realized that everyone in the hall was looking

Paul felt Percival looking down on him, as

alone!” Paul couldn’t take it anymore. He shook off

and twisted her ankle. She fell into a large decorative vase

sound of the shattering vase and Arabella’s fall stunned

shards, clutching her stomach in pain. She looked up

left cheek. She reached up, touched

shocked. He hadn’t expected to push Arabella

the red stain spreading

me, help me…” Arabella clutched her stomach, feeling a warm flow from her body. She reached

At Pendleton Hospital.

family arrived, Arabella had already been taken

is Arabella?” Judith asked Dr. Calista, who was

uterus.” Calista

at Paul, who was sitting on the bench. “What the

his mouth to explain but couldn’t find the words.

the operating room door opened, and a nurse stepped out. “The patient needs a blood transfusion urgently, but we’re low on AB blood. Do

AB blood type!” Paul jumped up, eager to atone for his mistake. He didn’t want anything more to do

Scott frowned. “Wasn’t it reported that Arabella has an O blood type?”