Chapter 4
David suddenly stammered, “I… what…” he said. He seemed unable to accept the reality that I was truly stabbed and our baby had
died.
I opened my mouth to speak, but collapsed into unconsciousness due to excessive blood loss.
When I woke up again, my stomach wound was bandaged, and the doctor had hung an IV.
David walked into the room casually when he saw me awake. The shock had vanished from his face, with no trace of guilt, just a dismissive glance, “I asked my mom about everything. Today was indeed my mistake. I didn’t expect Ryan to actually find our
neighborhood,” he said.
“I’ll treat you better from now on. Consider it compensation. Don’t be sad about losing the baby. These are small matters. How
can an unborn infant compare to someone who’s lived for over twenty years?” he continued.
“Today, you did a good deed by letting me go save Ashley. She’ll thank you,” David said. He looked down at me, waiting for my approval.
I frowned, staring coldly at him, “You think this is how you’ll resolve me almost dying and losing our child?” I said.
I wondered how worthless I was in David’s eyes to think a simple promise of being nicer could offset the twenty stab wounds from Ryan.
He even believed Ashley would thank me and that I should be happy about it.
David paused, slightly furrowing his brow, “What else? You’re not going to make a big deal out of this small incident, are you?”
he said.
I remained silent, picking up my phone to edit a message to the police.
Just as I was about to send, two police officers entered the room.
They seemed to have already interrogated Ryan.
David’s usually arrogant face showed a rare crack when he saw the police.
He tried to leave the room nonchalantly but was stopped by the officers, “You’re suspected of illegal activities. Please come with
us,” they said.
