chapter 31 Miscarriage [3]

In that moment, Bernard Jacobson's heart tightened with an unfamiliar sensation. He quickly pushed the coffee table aside, moved towards Vivian Donovan, and bent down to lift her. But as soon as he touched her, Vivian weakly pushed him away. "Don't... touch... me..." she whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion. In her eyes, Bernard saw a deep revulsion that crossed his line, sparking his anger. "Fine. I won't touch you. If you have the strength, stand up on your own!" he retorted coldly, stepping back. Vivian clung to the coffee table, struggling to roll over. She knelt on the floor, forehead pressed to the ground, summoning her last reserves of strength to stand. Her lips were as pale as paper, yet she managed a defiant smile. "I told you... I'd rather die... than give you... my child... and I... did it..." she laughed, her legs trembling violently as she stood. The clean floor was stained with a pool of crimson blood, droplets trailing behind her with each step. Bernard's a