Blood burst from my mouth, splattering across the tablet screen.
On the screen, my mother looked up with tears streaming down her face.
Her eyes widened in despair. "Lydia... Mom can't drag you down anymore."
Before I could scream, she grabbed the syringe—and plunged it into her own neck.
"Mom!" I clutched the blood‑stained screen, another mouthful of blood spilling from my lips.
"Mom..."
Curled on the cold floor, a tearing pain ripped through my abdomen, spreading to every organ inside me.
A coat was suddenly draped over my body, covering the blood.
A doctor in a white coat hurried in, his expression filled with excitement.
"Mr. Romulo! It was a misdiagnosis. The equipment wasn't calibrated properly earlier. Ms. Brown did not miscarry—both mother and child are perfectly safe!"
Czarina let out a relieved laugh. "Really? That's wonderful!"
She then covered her nose. "But the smell of blood... it's making me nauseous."
The bodyguards, tactful as ever, dragged me away.
From the beginning to the end, Oliver didn't spare me a single glance.
The next day, when Czarina was preparing to be discharged, Oliver waited at the door while she changed.
At that moment, Attorney Palmer approached silently.