The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 143

Mrs. Sullivan was in a full-blown panic. Her precious heir!

“How can you be so calm? Get Rebecca to the hospital, now!”

Just then, Penelope noticed the small band-aid wrapped around Mrs. Winters’s finger. Everything clicked into place. A cold smile touched her lips. “You’re right. We should go to the hospital.”

“Actually, I… cough… my stomach doesn’t hurt that much anymore…” The mention of a hospital made Rebecca nervous, afraid her ruse would be exposed.

“Yes, she was just shaken up a bit. A little bed rest is all she needs,” Mrs. Winters added quickly. The main goal—revealing the baby’s paternity through Mrs. Sullivan’s outburst—had been achieved. There was no need to complicate things further.

Penelope scoffed internally. She turned to Mrs. Sullivan. “You heard them. It’s not that I won’t take her; she’s refusing to go. So if something happens to your precious heir…”

“Don’t you dare say that!”

“Then it has nothing to do with me.”

Mrs. Sullivan’s world had narrowed to one thing: her grandson. Nothing else mattered.

“You, take her to the hospital! Right now!”

“I’m really fine…” Rebecca mumbled.

“Shut up!” Mrs. Sullivan roared at her. “If something happens to my grandson, you think you won’t be held responsible?”

Rebecca didn’t dare say another word and allowed them to take her to the hospital.

Upon arrival, Mrs. Sullivan burst through the doors, screaming for help. Doctors and nurses rushed from every direction, thinking it was a major emergency. A gurney was wheeled out from the trauma bay. Rebecca was loaded onto it before she could protest and whisked away into an examination room.

And then…

After a brief examination, the doctor emerged looking utterly exasperated. He had been about to declare Rebecca perfectly fine, but seeing Mrs. Sullivan’s frantic state, he simply had her admitted for observation and put on a nutrient drip.

Mrs. Sullivan, not yet satisfied, chimed in. “She’s a curse on our family! Not only does she drain our finances, now she’s trying to destroy our lineage! She is a wicked, poisonous woman!”

With the Sullivans leading the charge, Mrs. Winters joined the chorus. “She did it out of jealousy! That’s why she hurt my Rebecca! And to think Rebecca considered her a best friend!”

A flicker of triumph crossed Rebecca’s face, though she quickly arranged her features into a mask of sorrow. “Penelope, I never thought you’d be so violent. I… I’m just so hurt.”

Having taken turns, Zebulon gave Penelope a hard shove. “If anything happens to the baby in Rebecca’s belly, I will never forgive you!”

Well, well, Penelope thought, all the cards are on the table now, aren’t they?

She looked at the faces surrounding her—hypocritical, pathetic, and utterly loathsome.

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