When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Chapter 330

Rebecca ignored her. However, she came towards me with a thundering expression. “You hit me because I hurt your feelings? Then, let me ask this. Do you really think that Ash cared about you during your pregnancy? All because he gave you those prenatal vitamins? Well, those vitamins can cause birth defects. You must be extremely stupid. Your baby obviously looked deformed in the ultrasound scan. Yet, you still continued to take those vitamins.”

My eyebrows crumpled together. Narrowing my eyes at her, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” Rebecca scoffed. “I’m saying that the child in your stomach deserved to die. It was not wanted by anyone. If you don’t believe me, go check the leftover vitamins you have. Just because Ash is biased to you now, doesn’t mean he cares about you. He’s only being nice to you because he feels remorseful! It’s because he’s plagued by a guilty conscience.”

As my face paled to a ghostly white, a brazen smile slit across her face. She sniggered, “You deserved it. Your child too. It deserved to die, he didn’t deserve to be born into this world.”

This awoke the negative emotions in me that I had previously suppressed. Those awful emotions clamored inside me, their screeches clawed at my throat.

I raised my hand. She responded immediately by blocking my arm. A sneer came from her, “Oh? Trying to hit me again? Do you take me for a fool, thinking that I’d let you hit me twice?”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. I looked at her grimly as I spoke in a lowered voice, “No. That’s not enough to punish someone like you. A slap from me would be considered letting you off easy.”

I paced towards her one step at a time. My gaze locked onto a fruit knife nearby before flicking back to Rebecca, who was still sneering. “I thought I could live with a troublesome person like you and just put up with your nonsense. Unfortunately, it’s clear to me now. You are not only a troublemaker but also plain loathsome! Since that’s the case, why don’t you just die!”

As the words left my mouth, I immediately lunged for the fruit knife and stabbed her with it. My actions were quick, without a trace of hesitation.

Rebecca, nor was it from Mrs.

into a momentary daze. By the time I came to, I had

a warm vermillion liquid oozed into my hands. It dripped onto the ground, tipping and tappingaway. Everything stained a hideous red-my hands, her stomach and the floor.

her lips trembled,

rushed in. He shoved me aside and hurried to support Rebecca, who was about

and scripted. My sudden desire to kill her, Ashton’s precisely timed heroic rescue, and how he came in right when I stabbed Rebecca. It all

Rebecca’s thighs, and the knife was still in

arms coiled securely around her before carrying her up. He stared down a frazzled Mrs. Eriksen

like panicked ants. And, truly, none of it frightened me. In fact, my thoughts were surer than ever-Rebecca must die. Only when she was dead will my life be cleansed of all the pain and

cold, piercing eyes of his struck straight into me again.

gazes met. His eyes stabbed me as if they were sharpened icicles,

I felt like laughing loudly, but nothing came, not even a chuckle. My grinning lips parted slightly as I felt no fear. Instead, I felt joy filling up my chest like

hints of anger, blame,

had plunged into my chest. They

I took in a breath. Watching him carry Rebecca out of the villa,

arm around me. Distress flashed onto her face. “Don’t worry, we’ll get through this. Everything will turn

I will never get the truthful, genuine kind of concern