Her skin was smooth and radiant, and beneath her delicately arched brows were a pair of clear, bright eyes. When she saw me, she showed no surprise. 

Instead, she spoke with the composure of a lady of the house. “Lydia, who is she?” 

I said nothing, only quietly gazing at her. 

Lydia awkwardly scratched her head, and after a long pause, she replied, “She’s Mr. Ford’s wife.” 

At the mention of this, Vanessa immediately put on a pitiful expression and softly muttered, “Oh, so you’re Giselle.” 

Her eyes traveled over me and continued. 

“Giselle, don’t blame Quintus. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been hurt and pregnant, Quintus wouldn’t have left you to be with me.” 

Listening to Vanessa’s insincere words, I couldn’t help but scoff. “It seems Quintus doesn’t have much taste. If he likes you so much, then take him. A man who’s been tainted is better off discarded.” 

With that, I turned to leave. 

Before I could move, someone pushed my wheelchair forcefully from behind. 

With a loud thud, it slammed into the bedside table, and I fell to the ground. 

Agonizing pain ripped through my body. Lydia gasped in shock and rushed to help me up. 

Vanessa covered her mouth, feigning remorse. “Oh, Giselle, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I saw you were angry and didn’t want you to misunderstand my relationship with Quintus. I only wanted to stop you in a moment of panic.” 

I felt a warm sensation between my legs and instinctively looked down. To my horror, I saw that my pants were soaked in blood.