was
Tristan stood motionless, seemingly deaf to the chaos around him. He faced the crowd’s scorn directly as if atoning for his sins.
Before long, someone shouted, “The mistress is bleeding!”
“Did she just lose the baby from that fall?”
“Serves her right!”
A warm stream flowed between Lisa’s legs, quickly pooling into a crimson stain on the ground.
Terror gripped her heart as she reached out with trembling hands to touch the blood. The warmth on her fingertips and the
metallic smell filling the air sent her into a panic.
“My baby! My baby! Tristan, please, I’m begging you! Save my baby!”
“You deserve this! Why should Miss Snow die while you get to have a child and live happily ever after with Tristan Ford as a
family?”
“Exactly! Justice has been served. This is your karma! You should be grateful your child is gone. If it had been a girl, she’d grow up
to be just like you, a mistress!”
The crowd roared in support of Nicole, their anger bolling over, while Tristan remained kneeling silently on the ground.
It wasn’t until his assistant raised his voice that the crowd hesitated. “You’d better leave now, or when the police arrive, none of
you will get away!”
At that, the mob exchanged glances and quickly dispersed.
“I’m in so much pain! Tristan, after everything we’ve been through these past two years, I’m begging you to please save my
baby!”
The assistant glanced at her and hesitated, sympathy flickering in his eyes.
“Mr. Ford…”
Tristan finally looked up, but his eyes didn’t so much as flicker in Lisa’s direction.
“Mr. Ford, this is a matter of life and death.”
