Chapter 2

I gripped my phone so hard my hands shook. After a while, it seemed Vincent had fixed the espresso machine. He finally had time to send me links.

[Sacred destinations for pregnancy travel, offering your loved one a journey that reaches the soul.]

[Arrange a romantic trip for your pregnant wife.]

One link after another came through, along with long travel guides.

[Isabella, these are styles you usually like. Pick from them, or look at others yourself.

[Whatever you choose, I'll take you there. Clara has already approved the leave slip.]

Then he sent a picture of a handwritten approval note from Clara.

[Vincent's application approval note

[Approved item: unlimited

[Number of uses: one

[Approved by: Clara]

I forced my trembling hands still and saved the leave slip to my album.

Then I took out my medical report for termination of pregnancy, along with my passport, and went to the Moretti headquarters.

Soon, from an audio shop near the Moretti entrance, my tearful accusation began to play.

Dressed thinly, I knelt in front of the bustling Moretti building. Beside me stood a sign printed with Clara's handwritten approval note. I held up my passport and the termination report.

"Because of the reasons stated above, I missed the best window for emergency treatment and lost my child..."

"God, an approval note? Sending his own wife to a private hospital needed Clara's sign-off?"

Onlookers raised their phones and livestreamed my miserable story.

"Who does Clara think she is? She isn't Mrs. Moretti. Who gave her the right to approve or deny anything?"

"Isn't Don Vincent supposed to be devoted to his wife? Why does he still listen to Clara?"

"I know that Clara. She has no sense of boundaries. She couldn't survive after being squeezed out of her last company, so she ran to the Moretti family.

"Relying on her ten-plus years of friendship with Don Vincent, she acts like she owns the family business too."

Clara had been about to leave work. Now she was blocked at the entrance of family headquarters, too frightened to come out.

"What... what is going on? Why are so many people blocking me?"

At the same time, Vincent called. "Are you insane? Why did you end the pregnancy?"

I laughed. "Why I ended it... does Don Vincent really not know?"

"That's enough, Isabella!"

Vincent's breathing was unsteady. "Clara already called 911 for you. The doctor also told her the baby was fine. Why did you get rid of it?"

I froze. Then I laughed bitterly. "You think I deliberately killed the baby?"

"You've always had a problem with Clara."

"Vincent, I'm not as sick and heartless as Clara!"

My roar went out through the onlookers' livestream. The comments rolled wildly.

[God, She looks like she's about to shatter.]

[Watching this while pregnant, I can't stop crying. Anyone who lost a baby over something like this would go mad.]

[Clara really is a bitch. I can't watch this anymore. I'm going there myself.]

[Me too! I'm nearby!]

[Bro, lead the way. My fists are already clenched. Drop the location.]

More and more people gathered. Everyone shouted for Clara to come downstairs. On the other end of the call, Clara burst into tears.

"Vincent! What do we do?"

Vincent clenched his jaw. "Isabella, Clara has depression. You're pushing her toward suicide!"

"And what about our child?"

"Make them leave first."

"Impossible."

"Vince... my heart is panicking. I feel terrible..."

Clara's voice suddenly trembled. Vincent seemed to drop his phone. Things crashed on his end, followed by his voice fading into the distance.

"Clara! Someone come! Hurry!"

I listened to the chaos over there and smiled coldly.

No matter what, I had to seek justice for my child. At last, Vincent came out. Facing the surging crowd, Vincent's face appeared on the exterior display of the Moretti building.

"I'm here to respond to what Isabella just accused me of."

I clenched my teeth and stared at him.

"That child was not mine."