A sleepless night had passed. Eliza Doolittle opened the door only to be met with a familiar face—Scarlett OHara.
"Scarlett, what are you doing here?" Elizas eyes were filled with surprise and confusion.
"Here to see the heart of my child," Scarlett replied with a smug and malicious gaze fixed on Elizas six-month pregnant belly. A flash of hatred crossed her eyes.
"It was you?" Eliza felt her heart being painfully stabbed. She should have guessed that aside from Isabella Swan, the only woman Edward Cullen could accept was her identical sister, Scarlett, and she was merely the object of his revenge.
"Thats right, I already have a half-year-old child with Edward. You really thought Edward would like you, a murderer! He only touched you because our child needs a heart." Scarletts soft voice was like a bomb dropped into Elizas heart, shattering it into pieces.
"Then what about you? Arent you just a substitute too! You wont take my childs heart." Elizas body trembled with rage, and she felt pain spasming in her stomach, but she still tried to endure it.
"Thats better than you! And whether the heart is taken or not is not up to you. When I become Mrs. Cullen, youll see how Ill make your life miserable!" Scarletts delicate face twisted with anger at Elizas words, striking at her own pain. She, a living person, couldnt compete with a dead one.
"Well, as long as Im Mrs. Cullen for a day, you, the mistress, can only hide with your illegitimate child in a rat hole and never show your face!" Elizas forehead was beaded with cold sweat. Her face was pale as she clenched her fists, unwilling to show weakness.
"Is that so? Then lets see how much Edward loves our child and whether I will become Mrs. Cullen." Scarlett, noticing Elizas weakness, deliberately dragged her to the balcony.
In the living room downstairs, the scene of Edward tenderly holding the child pierced Elizas heart. It was a picture she had fantasized about countless times, but the reality was far from her dreams!
Ha.
Eliza weakly revealed a self-mocking smile, her lower abdomen growing more painful, unable to bear it, she tightly grabbed Scarletts arm and whispered, "My stomach... my... child."
...
At the hospital, Eliza could only sense the commotion around her.
"Save the child at all costs, the mother is not important!" The familiar voice roared in her ear, and Eliza knew it was Edwards.
At this moment, she only felt sorrow, and two streams of tears slowly flowed down her cheeks before she fell unconscious.
Waking up a day later, Eliza opened her eyes to see Scarlett sitting by her bedside, tears streaming down her face, looking pitifully vulnerable, with Edward standing over her with a stern expression.
"Eliza, you scared me to death. I know Edward and I shouldnt be together, but I just couldnt help myself!" As she spoke, tears fell like beans, making Scarlett appear even more pitiable.
"There, there. Dont cry for someone like her. Its not worth it!" Edward held Scarlett in his arms with infinite tenderness, gently kissing her tears, then looked at Eliza with even colder eyes.
What a spontaneous affection! Being a mistress could be so confident, and Edwards favor gave her such confidence.
Eliza looked at the dramatic display by Scarlett expressionlessly, but her heart ached to the point of suffocation. He had never been stingy with a tender look for her, yet he could be so gentle in kissing someone elses tears.
"As long as you dont provoke Scarlett, you can stay put until the child is born, or else... Ill make your life a living hell!" Edward finished coldly, then left the room with Scarlett in his arms.
The room fell into an eerie silence, and Elizas clenched fists betrayed her suppressed emotions.
She didnt know how much time had passed before Eliza suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze clear and resolute.
She couldnt stay here to be at their mercy; she had to escape to protect her child in her womb!
Escape was the only way out at this moment!