Chapter 576

As Lia spoke, she quickly pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

The moment the call connected, her voice turned into a sob. "Michael, Elle, she—"

Splash! Another glass of water drenched her head.

"Go ahead, tell him Noelle threw water at you again!" Noelle said, her cold eyes locked on Lia.

This time, it wasn't water—it was fruit wine.

An icy chill ran down Lia's body as the red liquid dripped from her hair, blurring her vision.

On the verge of breaking down, she cried into the phone, "Michael... I don't want to live anymore..."

She stood up and bolted from the restaurant.

As she ran out, the reality of her pregnancy hit her like a jolt of lightning.

This baby was far too precious—if she had another miscarriage, she might never have children again.

Panic gripped her, and someone caught her as she lunged forward, nearly tripping over herself.

Christian's hands steadied her. "Old lady, if you're going to fake an injury, at least do it right," he said in his usual lazy