He Delayed Our Wedding 9 Times, I Won’t Wait for the 10th Chapter 04 (Continue)
I was jolted awake by the incessant ringing of my phone.
Shaking the fog from my head, I figured it was Lucas, probably calling to chew me out.
But his first words were, “I think I used too much force—are you okay? If you’re hurt, go to the military hospital. Don’t act on impulse; the baby’s the most important thing.”
Hearing the baby, I laughed.
The baby was already gone, but he hadn’t noticed at all during the fight earlier.
Not wanting to deal with him, I hung up immediately.
After throwing a few things into a bag, I headed to the hospital.
Before I reached the ward, I heard my mom’s helpless sobs in the hallway.
“That’s a lie! My daughter isn’t like that—cough, cough—you’re lying!”
Every alarm bell in my head went off. I shoved through the small crowd at the door and burst into the room.
The first thing I saw was my mom on the floor, coughing up blood nonstop.
“Mom!”
A fury so white-hot it blinded me. I rushed over, gathering her into my arms.
Her eyes filled with tears, she asked anxiously,
“Elena, this girl says you stole her necklace. Tell me—you didn’t take it, right?”
My mother had lived a life of integrity. After the divorce, she raised me single-handedly, every penny she earned on base was honest money.
Now her beloved daughter was being framed, and her heart was shattered.
I glared at the culprit—Chloe had her arms crossed, a sneer on her lips.
“Be smart and stop chasing Lucas. Take your mom and get out of here—far away. Otherwise, I won’t let you off easy.”
She snorted and turned to leave.
My head exploded. I stared down at the blood on my hands.
Chloe had ruined my job, and now she was hurting my mom.
Something in me snapped. I launched myself at her, tackling her to the ground. My hands found her throat and clamped down like a vise.
Chloe’s face turned bright red, her sharp nails scratching weakly at me.
Suddenly, a powerful force pulled me aside.
Lucas’s face was livid, his hands trembling as he held me.
“Are you crazy? You almost strangled her to death!”
In my line of sight, mom had passed out on the floor—her life hanging in the balance.
But Lucas, terrified I’d hurt his mistress, held me down tightly.
Tears finally broke free, streaming down my face as I screamed, a raw, guttural sound, “Then just die!”
He shoved me hard, and I crashed to the floor.
Only then did he seem to snap out of it. He stared at his own hands as if he didn’t recognize them, then stumbled toward me in a panic.
He stammered an apology, “I’m sorry, Elena—I’m so sorry. I was so angry, I just—”
But his words trailed off abruptly.
My fall had rucked up my shirt, revealing the flat, unmistakable plane of my stomach.
His face turned as white as a sheet.