Chapter 17
The torrential rain turned the cross–river bridge into a water curtain cave. When Sienna slammed on the brakes, the tires screeched on the
waterlogged road.
Lewis’s car was parked in the middle of the road, with the headlights. piercing through the rain curtain, just like the flash of a camera when he got down on one knee with the engagement ring all those years ago.
“Are you fucking crazy?!”
Sienna slammed her fist on the steering wheel, her knuckles hitting the car air freshener bottle, the one she had chosen with the scent of orange blossom.
Outside the windshield, Lewis was clutching a metal box and tapping on the car window. His expensive handmade suit was drenched, and his tie stuck to the scar on his collarbone.
She pressed the car window open by three centimeters, and the wind from the river brought in the rain. “Move aside.”
“Look at this!”
Lewis tremblingly pulled out a leather diary, and the photos on the inner pages were falling like snowflakes.
There was an ultrasound report posted on the page of April 2018, with the physician’s signature boldly stating “Suggest termination of pregnancy,” and the date happened to be the day she fell into a coma due to miscarriage.
Sienna suddenly snatched the notebook.
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The pages of the paper were flipping in the heavy rain, revealing the surgical consent form inside the folder.
The patient’s signature is “Sienna,” signed on behalf of him, while the family column is signed as “Lewis.” The consent item prominently states. “Do Not Resuscitate if necessary.”
“At that time, the doctor said that heavy bleeding was life–threatening.”
Lewis’s hand reached through the gap in the car window to hold her, and there were teeth marks on the protruding wrist bone where she had bitten down in extreme pain.
Sienna suddenly honked the horn.
The alarm mixed with the sound of thunder, and she unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned out halfway. “So, you took it upon yourself to kill my child?”
His fingernail dug into the back of his hand, and droplets of blood mixed with rainwater flowed into his sleeve.
“What kind of passionate performance is happening now?”
“Was the sterilization surgery painful?”
“Do you want me to praise you as a chaste and virtuous husband?”
Lewis suddenly pulled open the belt.
The scar on the strong and muscular waist resembled a centipede, grimacing under the lightning. “It wasn’t acting!”
He grabbed her hand and pressed it against the blade. “That day, when you were in the operating room saving lives, I had the doctor remove my vas deferens…”
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Sienna jerked her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.
The warmth of his abdominal muscles still lingered in the palm of her hand, overlapping with the sensation of him holding her hand and touching her pregnant belly three years ago.
She suddenly grabbed the diary and smashed it, saying, “You destroyed my last bit of trust in love!”
The hardcover book’s sharp corner grazed his brow bone, smearing blood all over his face.
Lewis, however, laughed and pulled out a blood–stained hand, inserting a USB drive into her car stereo. “Listen… listen to this…”
The sound of buzzing electricity was accompanied by the sobbing of a young girl. “Lewis, if Ms. Winters knew about the child…”
“Shut up!”
His voice back then was as cold as ice. “Bring the consent form for abortion, I’ll sign it.”
Sienna suddenly stepped on the accelerator.
Aston Martin crashed into the Maybach’s door, causing Lewis to stumble and fall into the guardrail.
In the rearview mirror, he was holding a kraft paper bag and catching up. The rain–soaked immigration documents revealed the word “Sienna“.
“The trunk! Look at the trunk!”
His roar was shattered by the thunder.
Sienna caught a glimpse of the brake failure warning on the dashboard, and the guardrail ahead of the bend appeared faintly.
In the sound of the steam whistle of the cargo ship on the river, she suddenly remembered Robert’s words from last night: “Can you guess why he insisted on you driving this car?”
When the steering wheel was turned to the right, a text message popped up on the phone: “There is a birthday gift in the trunk.”
The last scene in the rearview mirror was the Maybach crashing through the guardrail, while Lewis flew towards the river holding the Immigration Authority file bag, and the pages unfolded like white doves in the pouring
rain.
Before the river water engulfed the car roof, Sienna reached for the passenger’s storage compartment.
There was a velvet jewelry box inside, engraved with “SW Museum Grand Opening Gift.”
She suddenly laughed until tears came out. On their third anniversary, he said he had a meeting, but it turned out he went to check the proposal device at the museum.
The moment the airbag burst, the phone automatically sent the location.
Sienna paddled through the gradually flowing river, opening her screen and paying special attention to the new message that popped up: Robert had posted a photo two minutes ago.
The Mcclure Group’s official seal was being thrown into the shredder, with the caption “Gift has been received.”
