Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 1

A bright flash of lightning lit up the dark sky in an instant, as if it wanted to split the sky wide open. The heavy rain outside the window came pouring down. Inside the window, illuminated by the flash of lightning, a hospital bed was being pushed into the delivery room.

The woman on the bed had a belly all rounded up.

It was unclear whether it was rainwater or sweat that had drenched the hair on her forehead, sticking them onto her skin. She was dressed in a white maternity gown, the blood between her legs was

shocking.

She was wheeled in with another pregnant woman.

What was surprising was, among the two pregnant women, there was only one man standing.

He was dressed in a dark gray suit, with an aura that made people dare not approach. His eyes were slightly squinted and his gaze was cold and icy. With such a cold gaze, his tension was hard to detect.

The doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed both pregnant women into the delivery room.

Some time had passed.

Suddenly, the delivery room door was pushed open from the inside, making a heavy sound.

The hospital director nervously approached, looking at the man’s back, and cautiously reported, “Mr. Hernandez, we are running low on blood. Both Ms. Bertha and your wife have the same blood type and we can only save one of the two babies. Would you like us to save your wife’s baby first, or…”

The doctor felt a chill down his spine, scared to finish his sentence under the intimidating presence of

man, Kieran

doing her best to give birth, had already cried her strength out. However, the sound from outside the operating room

Stewart,” Kieran’s icy voice rang

pain. was numbing. She was Kieran’s legitimate wife, but at this

of her body, Joyce was

up again, the

rain from last night had given

poured sunshine through the thick

the white sheets

a pale face and opened her painful eyes. Although the sunlight outside was glaring, she felt as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

night flooded into her

suddenly sat up, clutching her own

for seven months, had flattened overnight, as if it had

looked at the maid not far away and

held Joyce’s hand to comfort her, “Madam, you had a miscarriage

Shannon could finish her sentence, Joyce abruptly threw off

her sudden violent movement, tore open again. Fresh blood stained the white bandage, seeping out from the inside of her nightgown,

was like a handful of broken glass rubbed into her

instant and she once again grabbed Shannon’s hand frantically. With her pupils contracted, she looked like a lost soul as she shouted at Shannon, “Shannon, I want to see Kieran. Tell him to give my baby back! I beg you to ask him to give my baby back! I don’t want

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a plea at the end. However, all that answered Joyce was Shannon’s silent face.