The moment they pinned me to the seat, a thick needle pierced my arm.
Tube after tube of blood was drawn from me until my vision blurred into darkness.
Oliver finally appeared, towering over me.
"Because of you, Czarina lost the baby."
"You secretly injured her stomach. Taking a little blood from you doesn't even begin to make up for it."
A nurse's voice trembled. "Mr. Romulo... we've drawn 600cc already."
"Continue," he ordered without a hint of mercy.
Only when the needle was finally removed was I carried into a VIP ward.
Czarina sat on the bed, biting her lips, her eyes swollen from crying.
"Why did you hurt my child?"
"You know exactly who did it," I whispered weakly.
By then, I fully understood—her so‑called illness had always been an act.
Hearing my words, Czarina suddenly snapped.
She pulled out the needle from her own hand and screamed, "Oliver, she did it on purpose! She's jealous of me—jealous enough to kill my baby!"
"And you found out, didn't you? Her mother was planning to flee with her. Isn't that running away out of guilt?!"
"This has nothing to do with my mother!" I glared at her, fury trembling in my veins.