Chapter 5 An accident !

~ Isabella ~

"Ma'am... the fall you had was great, and you'd lost a lot of blood as a result. We'll have to perform an operation on you to bring the baby out." I nodded, feeling a tidbit of gratitude at being told what would be done to my body.

My consciousness soon began floating after I was shot with the anesthesia, and I couldn't help but reflect on the last eight months of my life.

Apparently, Emmerson and Hayden hadn't been joking when they'd said... they'll make my life a living hell.

Not only had I been made to move into the servants' quarters and eat less nutritious meals than was required for my pregnancy. But I also had to watch them make out every time I bumped into them.

Emmerson chased away all the servants in his house and made me do all the chores, excluding cooking... despite my condition.

So many times, I'd regretted even stepping into the bar that night.

Would things have been different if I had gone somewhere else that night? I could have had a good cry at the beach and, better still, just gone and sobbed in Junie's comforting arms.

But no, I had ended up at a bar and ended up having a one-night stand with the ruthless Emmerson.

While Emmerson didn't physically assault me as long as I stayed out of his way. He never stopped Sally from doing so.

I'd lost count of the number of times, I had been struck by Sally in front of him.

It was almost like, he didn't care that I was carrying his child.

Or maybe he saw her as a mistake and a burden, like I was to him.

Sally had pushed me down the stairs after she'd caught me conversing with Junie Via on a phone call while I was vacuuming the stairs.

She hadn't spared me even when I began bleeding and rather kept slapping me and hurling hurtful words at me.

She didn't stop until I passed out and only woke up now... right before the operation.

.....

"Hurry, get the incubator ready; her life is in danger!" I heard panicked voices after I felt something being lifted out of my cut-out stomach.

'Is she okay?' was the first thought that passed through my mind at the reminder of my child.

Though her pregnancy was unplanned, it didn't mean I hated her.

She was my child, and I wanted her.

More than I can imagine.

"I just hope I get the chance to hold her." Those were my last thoughts as the ECG machine began to beep loudly, as my vision slowly went black.

....

The next time I awoke, I was in a different room, and my body felt lighter than usual, reminding me of something I'd forgotten: my baby.

I sat up with little to no effort and looked around the hospital room in search of her but found no glimpse of her.

I looked down at myself through the hospital gown and realized that my wound had started healing... How long had it been, actually?

And where was my daughter?

I hadn't expected a dramatic congratulations message after giving birth... But I had expected to have my daughter in my arms when I awoke. So where was she?

"Looking for someone?" Sally floated into the room in a body-hug red jumpsuit, and my mouth suddenly felt dry at the sight of her.

"Where's my daughter?" Though I hadn't been told the gender. I had a hunch that she was a she and not a he.

"Your daughter? Which of them?" She stared at me, like I was going crazy. But how could I be?

"Tell me what you've done to my daughter!"

"Nothing...." She said, before her smile turned evil. "Nobody knew you were pregnant to begin with... and just a tiny piece of information.... She is my daughter." Her words didn't make sense at first until the tiny pieces I hadn't taken note of previously began to come together.

During the course of my pregnancy, I hadn't been allowed to step a foot out of the house, nor was I allowed to use any social media without supervision.

And so many times, I'd caught Sally walking around the house with a fake belly, which I would have fallen for... if I hadn't seen her without it multiple times.

She and Emmerson acted all lovey-dovey while she showed off her fake pregnancy on livestreams.

I never thought much of it, but what if...?

My heart ached at the thought of it.

"But she's my-"

"She's my daughter, and if you know what's good for you. You'd take that money and get out of our lives." She said, dropping a wad of cash on the bedside table.

I was surprised, as I hadn't expected her to be least generous. But apparently, she wasn't done.

"And... listen, if I catch you anywhere near this city. I'd make your daughter's life more hellish than I made yours." Her tone was filled with malice, and I had no doubt she'd do so.

But the realization that I was being threatened twice made my heart ache.

First it was by Mom.

And now by Sally.

It sucked.

....

The hospital discharged me two hours later, and I managed to walk out of the hospital under the pity gazes of the nurses who had refused to say a word more than necessary to me.

I wouldn't be surprised if Sally had ordered them to.

I moved aimlessly around the unfamiliar neighborhood while feeling like I was going to pass out any second.

I'd just stepped into the middle of the road when I was rammed into by a fast moving vehicle.

My body collapsed as my head hit the ground with a full bang, and I felt my features would never be the same again.

But just before the entire world went blank, I heard a familiar yet unfamiliar masculine voice calling out to me.