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"Emily, there's a cause for every effect. I'm not the one who pushed you down the stairs," Isabella said coldly, sneering.

Emily's hand leaned against the wall, her complexion growing paler. Of course, she wouldn't forget that it was James who had pushed her down the stairs, and it was he who killed their child.

"Are you here to mock me?" Emily's eyes were bloodshot, glaring angrily at her.

Isabella looked back at her, her gaze growing colder, as if coated in ice. However, her tone was disdainful, tinged with a smile. "Yes, just like how you came to the hospital to mock me back then."

Back then, right after she had given birth to Asher and narrowly escaped death's door, Emily had eagerly gone to the hospital, making a scene and even pretending to miscarry to frame her.

"Your last miscarriage was a hoax, but this time it's real. How does it feel?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Emily, trembling with rage, cursed, "You've had your laugh, now get lost!"

"Of course, I'll leave. But