"Sir, your blood type does not match the childs, and your DNA similarity is too low to have a parent-child relationship. Hematopoietic stem cell transplantation is not possible."
Lucy Honeychurch, holding her four-year-old child who was covered in blood, knelt on the ground, her eyes vacant. The child couldnt possibly not be Edward Cullens! How could this be?
She touched the child in her arms, still reeling from the shock and fear, when she heard Edwards cold voice say, "Take the child to the morgue, and you clean up."
"Arent you going to save the child?" She looked up at her husband of five years, feeling as if her heart and liver were pierced.
"Save him? I dont even know whose bastard this is that youve had outside. Why should I save him? Lucy Honeychurch, tell me, how many more lies have you told me, Edward Cullen?" Edwards voice was devoid of warmth.
Lucy gritted her teeth against the pain in her chest, clutching Edwards sleeve tightly, pleading, "Edward, the child is really yours. That report must be wrong! Please, save him."
"Wrong? Why dont you say you crawled into the wrong bed!"
"No, I didnt. I, Lucy Honeychurch, have only you, Edward Cullen, as a man."
Lucy pleaded, but Edward remained unmoved, even ordering the bodyguards to snatch the child from her arms.
He slowly squatted down, his cold expression reaching out to touch Lucys pregnant belly.
Lucy moved backward protectively, looking at him in horror, cautiously asking, "Edward, what are you going to do?"
"Arent you trying to save that bastard? Then you have to get rid of this bastard in your belly," Edward stood up and directly ordered the bodyguards to act.
"No!" Lucy struggled, but she couldnt overcome the strength of four or five burly men.
In the end, she was forcibly dragged to the operating room door.
The door to the operating room opened, and a soft voice came through.
"Edward? What are you doing here?"
This voice made Edward stiffen, and he looked up sharply, the coldness on his face disappearing instantly, the light in his eyes fleeting.
Lucy glanced over and saw a tall woman in surgical clothes walking out.
It was Isabelle!
Edward Cullens first love.
And her best friend since childhood.
Five years ago, when the Cullen Enterprises fell into a financial crisis, Isabelle rejected Edwards marriage proposal and chose to study in France.
She never expected her to return to work in the country!
Lucy struggled free from the two bodyguards holding her, grabbing Isabelles hand, urgently pleading, "Isabelle, please, please save my child! That child and the one in my belly are both Edwards. You persuade him, dont let him hurt my child!"
"The child? Is it the baby you adopted from the orphanage five years ago?" Isabelles words stunned Lucy for a moment.
Before she could explain, she heard Isabelle say, "Youre pregnant with Edwards child? Didnt you say Edward had problems in that aspect?"
Isabelles two sentences instantly made Lucy extremely angry.
"What are you talking about? What adoption! When did I say such a thing?"
"Lucy, it was you who said Edward had problems in that aspect and couldnt have children, thats why I chose to go to the United States to study medicine, hoping to be able to help Edward when I returned. Do you know how hard Ive worked these five years! As soon as I got to the United States, you married Edward. Do you know how heartbroken I was! In fact, with such advanced medical technology nowadays, you didnt have to borrow another mans seed!"
After Isabelle finished, she quickly glanced at the bodyguard and said with a kind face, "Edward, let me do it! Lucy is also my good sister, I can try not to hurt her body."
Edward stared at Isabelle for a while and said slowly, "Let other doctors come! Such bloody things cant be done by you!"
Seeing Edward say so, Isabelle had to give up.
Soon, a doctor led several nurses in.
Edward glanced at the woman on the operating table.
Wasnt she crazy about being a mother? Then he would make sure she could never be a mother in this life.
He withdrew his gaze and lightly opened his thin lips, "Take out the child and the uterus in her belly together!"
Every word of Edwards sentence was like a needle pricking her heart.
She knew he hated her, but she didnt expect him to hate her so much!
Lucy lay on the operating table, her face as pale as death, the pain in her lower abdomen stimulating her nerves, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes, flowing into her ears, chilling her heart.