Chapter 2

Not to mention how I had torn myself apart down there trying to give birth to the children.

When I pulled out the first child, it was already not breathing.

Blood gushed from the gaping wound between my legs, and the second child became stuck in the torn, bloody hole.

With blood matting my hair, I held the blood-covered fetus, my eyes wide open as I stopped breathing.

I wonder how Cole will react when he sees this scene?

But for now, he was only focused on holding Ivy close.

His voice was full of guilt and self-reproach:

"It's my fault! I shouldn't have let the pregnant Mia appear in front of you and make you sad! I swear, this is the last time that woman will carry a child for me! You won't see any more pregnant women in this house in the future."

"You don't know, Mia even lied to me to try to soften my heart, saying she was afraid the babies were too big and might cause a difficult delivery, and that the doctor recommended immediate hospitalization."

"She can survive in the wilderness for three days and nights without food, yet she tells me she's afraid of giving birth!"

My heart ached, almost unable to breathe.

A pregnant woman's constitution is far different from a normal person's, let alone the fact that from the day I became pregnant with twins, the discomforts of pregnancy had nearly exhausted me.

Several times, due to my poor pregnancy constitution, I had even been hospitalized to prevent miscarriage.

When I was first locked in the attic, I begged and pleaded with him to let me out.

Because if I was really locked up for three days, it would surely result in three deaths!

But Cole, right in front of me, loudly instructed the butler:

"Go! Throw the key into a stinking river, and don't let anyone secretly open the door for Mia! After three days, I want her to kneel and apologize to Ivy!"

To survive, I tore down the wall paintings, piercing my hands with blood, and to pry open the attic window, my nails were forcibly broken off.

Enduring the excruciating pain, I mustered my strength to climb out of the window onto the rain gutter outside, gripping the tiles tightly with my hands, inching along bit by bit, trying to jump to another room to escape.

But then.

In the garden below, Cole was forcefully holding Ivy in a deep embrace, kissing her passionately.

The two were kissing so recklessly, it looked like things were about to get out of hand.

Ivy suddenly pushed Cole away, looked up towards the attic, and let out a piercing scream.

Cole raised his head, saw me desperately trying to escape, and flew into a rage.

He was convinced that I had deliberately appeared in front of Ivy again.

He ordered someone to bring a crane, and personally operated it, using the shovel to press against my belly, forcibly ramming me back into the attic.

Intense pain shot through my abdomen, and blood seemed to flow endlessly from between my legs.

In the end, my eyes were wide open, holding the blood-covered children in my arms.

And that's how I stopped breathing.

Cole brought the cup of warm milk to Ivy's lips.

"I've already sent someone to bring Mia over to apologize to you. If she's sincere, we'll send her to the hospital. If not, she can give birth in the attic!"

Ivy sipped the milk in small mouthfuls, but still choked a little, coughing with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful and delicate.

"Brother Alex, you can't treat sister Mia like this. Childbirth is very dangerous for women!"

Cole sighed, looking at the girl in his arms with doting eyes:

"You're just too kind-hearted, that's why you get bullied by women like Mia! Mia is a survival expert, she can survive for three days without food or water in the wild! You, on the other hand, little one, are so delicate you choke on a sip of milk."

He gently tapped her nose: "And you talk about childbirth being dangerous as if you've given birth before!"

Ivy's eyes flashed with panic for a moment, but she quickly lowered her head, her voice tinged with grievance:

"Only Brother Alex... can see through the fragile heart beneath Ivy's strong exterior..."

She looked up again, her eyes misty, her lips bitten to a glossy sheen.

She hooked her arms around Cole's neck, deliberately pressing her chest against his heart.