Chapter 4
It’s Mom!” Emma cried dramatically. “She knew we’re allergic but gave it to us anyway
than nodded vigorously. “She’s so mean!”
Cassidy gripped the doorframe, her knuckles turning white. “Ethan, Emma, do you understand what you’re saying
‘ou’d better tell the truth right now!”
Enough!” Gabriel suddenly stood up, grabbing her wrist with such force it nearly crushed her bones “Cassidy, is his how you mother your children? Not only harming them but fording them to lie?”
I didn’t…” Cassidy’s voice trembled.
Are you saying they’re framing you?” He sneered. “They’re just children! If you can’t even take responsibility, wh ind of mother are you?”
The children began crying harder, and Gabriel immediately released Cassidy to comfort them.
But they only cried more intensely, their faces flushing red.
Daddy…” Emma sobbed. “We feel so awful…”
What would make you feel better?” Gabriel asked softly, gently wiping away her tears.
than looked at Cassidy with reddened eyes. “She’s allergic to mango too. Make her drink mango juicel Make her
uffer like we did!”
Achill spread through Cassidy’s heart. She looked at Gabriel, whose eyes had turned icy cold.
Fine.”
le straightened up and snapped his fingers. Two security guards immediately entered
Hold her down.”
Before Cassidy could react, she was forced into a chair.
A guard gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open.
A liter of mango juice was poured down her throat. The sweet liquid choked her airways, causing her to cough violently, her throat burning with pain.
Red welts appeared on her skin at an alarming rate, her face began to swell, and breathing became increasingly lifficult.
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She clawed at her throat in agony, her blurry vision finding Gabriel. He just stood there, coldly observing, showing no intention of stopping the torture.
The children had stopped crying and were now clapping with excitement. “Serves her right! Let her suffer too!”
Before darkness claimed her, Cassidy’s final sight was Gabriel’s ice–cold stare.
Hours later, Cassidy woke in a hospital bed.
Her throat burned like fire, her face still showing remnants of the allergic rash.
Just then, familiar voices drifted in from outside–it was Natalie:
‘Gabriel, I swear I had no idea they were allergic… I just wanted to make them some juice…”
‘It’s not your fault,” Gabriel’s voice was impossibly gentle. “You didn’t know.”
‘If only I’d come forward sooner to explain, you wouldn’t have misunderstood Cassidy.” As she continued, her tone urned apologetic. “Ethan, Emma, really now–this was all my fault. How could you blame your mother just to
protect me?”
The children’s pitiful voices came through clearly:
‘We’re sorry, Auntie Natalie…” Emma sniffled. “We just… we just don’t like Mom…”
‘Yeah,” Ethan chimed in. “She’s always bossing us around, not letting us eat snacks, making us go to bed on time…
We want her gone…”
Cassidy’s fingers clutched the sheets, her knuckles turning white.
Ha! How ironic.
so these were the children she had carried for nine months, the same ones she had nearly died bringing into the
world on the operating table.
she remembered giving birth to Ethan, alone in the delivery room.
The nurse had told her Gabriel was in an important meeting and couldn’t get away.
she had endured excruciating pain with no one by her side.
Emma’s birth had been even more dangerous–hemorrhaging, the doctors even issuing critical condition notices.
And Gabriel? He’d flown overseas for a cross–border acquisition.
Yet now, the children she had risked her life to bring into this world had become the ones who hurt her most deeply!
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