Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1773

After all, Mr. Michell was deeply in love with Sylvia. He had even forbidden her from terminating her pregnancy. If Sylvia died, Steve would undoubtedly feel an immense sense of guilt when he returned from his troubles in Cloudville and saw her lifeless body. When that time came, he would surely channel all that remorse into generously compensating the Moore family. The benefits they could reap from his guilt would be far more abundant and much easier to obtain than forcing Sylvia to return and work herself to the bone. At this thought, a cold gleam of excitement actually flashed in Harrison's eyes. He adjusted his collar, pretending he knew absolutely nothing, and dialed his mother's number as he strolled out of the apartment building.

The moment the call connected, he immediately adopted a helpless tone. "Mom, I have no idea where that wretched girl is hiding. She is deliberately avoiding me. I tore her apartment apart and could not find her anywhere. I am heading back to Seaview first. Let her do whatever she wants."

At that exact moment, inside the bathroom of the Westside Villa, Sylvia stared at the blood gushing endlessly from her wrist. Looking at her flesh peeling back from the deep cut, her mind, previously consumed by pure madness, gradually began to clear as she lost more and more blood. Waves of excruciating pain washed over her, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of her shirt. She clutched her bleeding wrist tightly as sheer panic engulfed her like a tidal wave.

"How did it come to this... Why did I do something like this..." She felt the five-month-old baby in her womb move uneasily, and her tears finally broke through the floodgates. "I do not want to die... Baby, Mommy does not want to die. Help... Somebody please help me."

She struggled desperately, trying to crawl out of the bathroom to hit the emergency call button or scream for the staff. But her legs were completely numb, rendering her entirely unable to rise. Her strength was draining away with every drop of blood, and her vision began to darken in terrifying, rhythmic pulses. With no other choice, she turned back in despair, using her uninjured right hand to fish her phone out of the bloody puddle. She wanted to call an ambulance. She needed to beg for help. But her fingers were coated in slick, slippery crimson. No matter how frantically she swiped at the screen, her fingerprint would not register, and she kept messing up her passcode. She simply could not open the dialer.

"Unlock... Please, please just unlock." She sobbed uncontrollably, using her clothes to frantically wipe the blood off the screen, only to smear it into a worse mess.

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