Chapter 4

I didn't call an ambulance. Instead, I took a taxi to the private hospital where my best friend Sophia Parker worked.

"Seraphina Stark, are you out of your mind?!"

Sophia looked at my ultrasound report, her whole body trembling with rage.

"Bilateral ovarian enlargement, severe ascites! Don't you know you were one step away from ovarian rupture and massive hemorrhage? Where the hell is that bastard Damian Bennett?"

I lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, my voice so calm it even scared me.

"He's with Lena Summer at the hospital. Twins. Almost six months along."

Sophia froze, her medical chart dropping to the floor with a loud smack.

"What did you say?"

I closed my eyes and recounted everything I'd seen at the private hospital, word for word.

The hospital room fell deathly silent.

A few seconds later, Sophia cursed and turned to rush out.

"Fuck Damian Bennett! I'm going to grab a scalpel right now and chop off his worthless dick!"

"Sophia, stop."

I opened my eyes, my gaze cold as ice.

"Destroying him is too good for him."

I propped myself up to sit, yanking the IV needle from the back of my hand. Blood immediately gushed out.

"Seraphina, what are you doing!" Sophia cried out.

"Get me some strong painkillers. I'm checking out." My tone left no room for argument.

"You don't value your life? Your condition requires hospital observation!"

"I don't have time." I stared at her intently. "Sophia, if I collapse now, Damian will legitimately take over my shares. My parents' life's work absolutely cannot fall into that animal's hands."

"I'm going to make him pay in blood."

Sophia looked at my resolute eyes, her own reddening.

She gritted her teeth and went to the pharmacy to get me the strongest painkillers and pills.

"Seraphina Stark, remember—you're not alone. Whatever you're planning to do, count me in."

I smiled wanly and gave her a hug.

"Help me investigate someone—Lena Summer. I want all her records from her years abroad, including how she really got pregnant."

When I left the hospital, the sky had already darkened.

The wind cut across my face like a knife.

I swallowed two painkillers, wrapped my coat tighter, and flagged down a taxi.

The show was just beginning.

At ten PM, I returned to the villa called "home."

The living room was pitch black. Damian hadn't come back yet.

I didn't turn on the lights. I went straight to the study.

Damian was an extremely cautious person. His computer and safe both had complex passwords.

But I knew his fatal weakness—his extreme arrogance.

I opened his computer and entered Lena Summer's birthday.