Hearing that, Kiara could not tell whether to laugh or cry.
She had once been pregnant, too, but to secure a contract for Hugo, she drank over a dozen cases of alcohol in one night, which led to a ruptured intestine and a miscarriage.
Hugo always claimed she was unable to have children, which was why he chose Dorothy.
But he forgot that her infertility was caused by him.
Indeed, conscience survived only when there was love.
On the day she was discharged, Gwynne called her, crying, “Kiara, Hugo promoted Dorothy straight into the company as a director to please her. The moment she arrived, she dismissed me.”
“Besides that, I saw Hugo sign over the first house you shared with her, and transfer all the vehicles and shares listed under your name.”
“Kiara, he has emptied everything that belonged to you.”
A cold sensation rose through Kiara’s feet and her whole body.
Once she ended the call, she grabbed a taxi and headed straight to the former home.
The memorial tablet she had placed for the child had been smashed to the ground, and the small garments she offered were torn apart.
She could endure anything else, but the child was her final boundary.