Renee hadn’t anticipated how things would unfold. She’d expected a confrontation, maybe a fight, but certainly not to be yanked by the neck into an emergency room, where she found herself face-to-face with three gynecologists, all staring at her in confusion.Chris leaned back, recounting the scene with exaggerated gestures. “You know what they asked me? They actually looked me in the eye and said, ‘Dr. Percy, what pregnancy are we supposed to be saving here? Menstrual cramps?’”It took a moment, but the implication of his words finally hit Renee. Her face remained expressionless, and she looked away without saying anything.Unaware of her reaction, Chris looked around. “Where’s Carl? I thought he’d be here, keeping an eye on you.”“He’s gone,” Renee replied coldly.He had stayed only to make sure she’d be awake to hear his warning not to speak out.Noticing the tension, Chris quickly added, “Uh… I’ll go check on your medications.”As soon as he left, Susanne stepped closer, ope
At that time, Annie was a renowned jewelry designer with her own studio and brand. She had given birth to Carl's first son, and it seemed like even the air around her shimmered with confidence and success. Wendy, always by her side, had also risen to luxury, dressed in designer clothes and casually carrying a small Chanel bag worth over twenty thousand dollars. Wendy, once a college student who worked part-time alongside Renee and dreamed of a brighter future, had become a far cry from that person; her aura had darkened.Wendy toyed with her chain strap, her tone dismissive. "Renee and her daughter rarely leave the house now. Even Michael can't do anything about it. If it weren't for me and Nancy, you wouldn't have had any evidence to frame Renee for plotting against you and your son. Besides, Nancy helped you get the matching sample. If she ever found out that you were using her...""Shut up! Are you threatening me?" Annie's face twisted, her eyes flashing with fury."Miss Simmons,
After hearing Susanne's words, Renee's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't think of anyone whose initials were CP. After pondering for a moment, she could only say, "Mom, can you keep an eye out and let me know the next time they have a gathering?"Susanne didn't immediately agree. Her voice betrayed her unease as she asked, "Renee, what are you planning to do? I thought you wanted to stay away from Annie and her group?"Renee pressed her lips together and walked to the window, gazing at the stars. She used to think that way, it was true. She had promised Sarah that she would be a happy jewelry designer, that she would climb higher and higher, to make up for past regrets. So all along, her only thought had been to break free from her original fate and fulfill her promise to Sarah.But when she lay in the hospital bed, listening to Carl threaten her to favor Annie, blood spreading from her lower body, it felt like reliving the pain of losing Sarah. If she hadn't taken birth control
Renee quickly stepped forward, reaching out but not daring to touch Travis, afraid of causing him more pain."Travis..." she said, her nose stinging with emotion, feeling even more guilty. If it weren't for her, Travis wouldn't be in this state.Travis looked at her, gently pulling her to sit on the edge of the bed. He raised his hand to wipe the corner of her eye. The autumn night was cold, and Renee wasn't dressed warmly. Her hair was slightly disheveled from her rush to the hospital, with a few strands clinging to her damp eyelashes, making her reddened, moist eyes even more captivating.His hand lingered on her cheek, reluctant to move away. He smiled softly, trying to reassure her, "It's really nothing. Should I get up and walk around to prove it?"Renee quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. "Don't move around. You're too old to be joking like this."He stared at her with a smile, saying nothing, but for a moment his gaze flickered to something behind her. Renee sensed this a
Renee pressed herself against the wall, her face pale and her mind filled with memories of Travis's fate in her past life. And now, Carl wanted to destroy Travis again—the only person in the Grey family who had been kind to her!Her breath caught, and her fingertips dug painfully into the wall. A few seconds later, she turned and quietly left.Renee returned to the hospital room. Travis was in pain from his injuries, finding it difficult to even turn over, but he immediately offered a gentle smile when he saw her."Renee, I thought you weren't coming back.""I wouldn't do that," Renee said as she sat down by the bed. "Travis, I forgot to ask earlier—how did the accident happen?""There's a special pastry in the city. I wanted to bring some back for you to try. I was just in a hurry, that's all," Travis explained briefly.Renee noticed a flaw in his story. "Travis, the driver was behind the wheel. No matter how urgent you were, the driver wouldn't risk your life..."Travis's eyes
Renee followed Patrick downstairs. He answered a phone call, responding with a few "mm-hmms."Then, he glanced at Renee apologetically. "Renee, I'll have the driver take you home. I need to pick up a document from the office.""It's okay, Uncle Patrick. I've called an Uber on my phone," Renee declined his offer, remembering that Susanne was waiting for him at home and that it would take a while for a car to arrive in this area."You're always so worried about inconveniencing others.""Uncle Patrick, your driver's here. You should go. Mom's been complaining that you've been coming home late recently," Renee urged, gently pushing him toward the car."I'll bring her a late-night snack. That'll cheer her up," Patrick said with a smile."Yes, yes, you two lovebirds go on, then."Renee closed the car door and waved goodbye. After watching Patrick leave, she checked her Uber app. The driver was still five minutes away.Just then, a car pulled up in front of her. The window lowered hal
Renee never imagined Carl could be so reckless.Despite the late hour, there were still many people around the hospital. Yet he brazenly slipped her hand under his sweater.Her icy fingers touched his burning waist, causing her to let out an involuntary gasp.People turned to look at the sound. She quickly lowered her head, struggling fiercely, but he held her hand firmly against his waist.Renee curled her fingers, feeling taut muscles beneath her palm, unable to escape.If anyone took a step closer, they'd see her hand inside his sweater.She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but the heat from his skin felt alarmingly high.Panicked, she warned, "Uncle Carl, you're crazy. What if someone takes a photo?"Carl fixed her with a cold stare. "You weren't afraid to come see Travis dressed like this late at night, but you're scared to be with me? Then why did you enter my room that time?"Renee hesitated, not daring to meet his eyes. Once, she had loved this man passionately.
Since Annie was hiding at home to terminate her pregnancy, Renee could proceed with her other plans.Taking advantage of a bathroom break, Renee called her mother, Susan."Mom, is Uncle Patrick at the office today?""Yes, why?""I was thinking of having lunch with him."As she spoke, Renee glanced down at the shopping bag by her feet containing Carl's overcoat. She feared Carl might suspect something if she approached him directly. Having lunch with Patrick while returning Carl's coat would seem more natural.Susan considered for a moment before replying, "Better not. Your uncle's surely swamped today."Surprised, Renee asked, "Does he have a big client meeting?""No," Susan hesitated, then sighed. "Your uncle says Carl is ill. He jumped into the pond to save you, then brought you to the hospital soaking wet. Last night, with Travis's accident, he stayed up all night finishing Travis's work. Then he went to the office this morning. He's only human; how could he not get sick?"