Police Station
Ivy cried incessantly.
One moment she complained of dizziness and a headache, the next she claimed she might have a fracture and demanded a full medical examination at the hospital.
Simultaneously, she accused Miranda of verbal abuse and assault, pleading with the police to severely punish this black-hearted force, preferably by having Miranda jailed, regardless of how many months or how long.
She refused any mediation.
As long as the wicked received their due, as long as Miranda was imprisoned!
Miranda: "..."
Damn it, was she walking into a setup?
So, it turned out...
Ivy had come specifically to provoke her into a fight, and then sue her for assault?
Damn it!
Miranda was furious, wanting to kill Ivy and beat her up again without restraint.
But with the police present, Miranda couldn't lay a hand on her.
Ivy, feigning terror, stood behind the police, pointing at Miranda and crying with earth-shattering drama, looking utterly pitiful, "Officer, look, she's really going to kill me..."
Miranda glared fiercely and menacingly at the performative woman.
While Ivy appeared timid and frightened on the surface, she was inwardly triumphant—Miranda, no matter how powerful your family, even if you walk out of here today, I'll still make sure you can't handle the consequences.
The revenge had only just begun.
The butterfly effect would only intensify with each flutter of her wings.
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Hospital
Du Ruoxin was wheeled out of the operating room and lay weakly on the hospital bed.
Cristiano stood by her bedside.
Neither of them spoke. The quiet space was filled with an unbearable sense of oppression and grief.
Du Ruoxin was feigning sleep.
Curled up, eyes closed, she didn't want to speak, not a single word.
Until.
The hospital room door was pushed open forcefully, "Du Ruoxin!"
Rong Jingyang, in a wheelchair, rushed in. His voice was so loud, it couldn't hide his fear and trembling.
Du Ruoxin's eyelashes fluttered, and she abruptly opened her eyes.
Rong Jingyang anxiously asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Upon receiving Cristiano's call, he felt as if his soul had been ripped away, unable to bear thinking about it.
Why was she in the hospital?
Cristiano stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, his usually cold face etched with ferocity.
Rong Jingyang: "—"
Wheeling himself, he was practically at her side in a second.
"Ruoxin..." Rong Jingyang trembled, reaching out to grab her hand.
But at that moment, the woman on the bed moved.
Du Ruoxin turned over, her star-like eyes colder than frozen pears, "Rong Jingyang." She glanced towards the foot of the bed, "Your child, it's there. I'm returning it to you."
Rong Jingyang was stunned by the woman's cold, decisive aura: ...What?
The child?
Following Du Ruoxin's gaze, Rong Jingyang saw Cristiano bending down to pick up a yellow garbage bag.
He felt a moment of disorientation.
It was as if a hole had been blasted through his chest.
That?
Cristiano vented all his anger onto Rong Jingyang, his eyes bloodshot. He said, "Let's go OUTSIDE and TALK!"
Rong Jingyang's mind was a blank slate. The moment he saw the garbage bag, he felt as if he understood something.
No!
He wouldn't leave!
He wanted to stay here with Du Ruoxin!
"Get out," the woman's hateful voice echoed in the air, "I don't want to see you."
"Rong Jingyang, I never want to see you again in this life."
"Disappear from my sight, forever!"
The man's chaotic mind seemed to shatter instantly—Du Ruoxin, what happened to you? Tell me...
But before he could speak, before he could even turn to look at her, Cristiano strode forward, angrily grabbed Rong Jingyang, and dragged him out the door.