Chapter 3

Damon Blackwood’s surgery, as expected, failed.

But Damon knew nothing of it.

When he was wheeled out of the operating room, his eyes wrapped in bandages, his first instinct was to find Seraphina.

“Seraphina, thank goodness for you. You really are my little good luck charm.”

Damon caressed Seraphina’s cheek, his wet kiss pressing against her skin.

I had no desire to watch their lovey-dovey display and turned to leave, but Damon stopped me.

“Hold it! Did I say you could leave?”

A bodyguard blocked my path, forcefully pushing me back.

Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell in front of them.

Seraphina sat on Damon’s lap, looking down at me haughtily.

A sweet smile played on her lips, but her voice was sickeningly pathetic.

“Damon, big sister’s glare is so scary. I’m so afraid.”

Before Damon could speak, the bodyguard behind me grabbed me, punching me hard in the stomach.

I felt a sudden gush of warmth below me.

“You bitch, you want to have my child? Dream on!”

“He wasn’t born in the last life, and he won’t be in this one either!”

Damon’s words stunned me, followed by an endless wave of despair.

So, the miscarriage in my last life wasn't an accident.

I’d been pregnant for a month already.

In my previous life, after Damon’s surgery was successful, I’d eagerly told him the news.

Back then, he'd excitedly picked me up, spinning me around, and we sweetly discussed names for our child.

He was so wonderful then, making me believe deeply in my love for him.

Even later, when I inexplicably miscarried, and doctors told me I couldn’t have children,

I faced the reality alone, suffering in silence.

I had never doubted Damon.

I lay sprawled on the floor, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the blood on the ground.

Through blurry eyes, I finally saw the black mist around Damon clearly.

A tiny, human-shaped shadow of black mist desperately waved at me, as if filled with deep concern.

I frantically wiped away my tears, trying to see more clearly.

But it was just mist; I couldn’t make out its form anymore.

Damon couldn’t see my expression, but the smell of blood in the air inexplicably made him uneasy.

Before he could dwell on it, Seraphina, nestled in his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her fluffy head buried in his chest, tears dampening his clothes.

“Damon, big sister is so scary, my heart is pounding, I can barely breathe.”

Then she gasped, collapsing dramatically into his arms.

Of course, I saw through Seraphina’s terrible acting,

but I knew Damon wouldn't believe me, and I was too tired to expose her, so I just let her keep slinging mud at me.

What I hadn't expected was that Damon would go to such lengths for her.

“Seraphina! What’s wrong?”

He frantically checked on her, his hands running over her until he touched her icy-cold hand. His face instantly contorted with fury!

“Anya Reed! I told you, stop bullying Seraphina!”

“It’s just a miscarriage, you’ve been cultivating for so long, nothing bad could happen to you! Why scare Seraphina like this?!”

The urgency in his voice wasn’t faked; it just wasn't for me.

His dismissive tone pierced my heart.

Turns out, my blood pooling on the floor mattered less than Seraphina’s cold hands and feet.

“Where’s the doctor? Someone! Take her heart’s blood to draw talismans for Seraphina’s peace of mind!”

Damon declared with absolute finality.