Chapter 118 Her Bag Was Snatched Away

"Ms. Williams, Ms. Williams?" The doctor called out a few more times, seeing how shaken she was.

Rachel looked up, pale and panicked. The doctor sighed, noticing her distress. "If you don't want to keep the baby, you can have an abortion soon. It'll be easier on your body."

"Abortion?" Rachel whispered, stunned.

The doctor nodded gently. "Yes, you don't want this baby, do you?"

Rachel instinctively hugged her belly, feeling a strange attachment. "I didn't say that," she muttered.

The doctor looked surprised, a bit confused. "So, are you planning to keep the baby?"

Rachel bit her lip, uncertainty all over her face. "I haven't thought about it. Everything happened so fast, I don't know what to do."

Seeing her indecision, the doctor smiled reassuringly. "Since you haven't decided yet, why don't you go home and talk it over with the baby's father before making a decision?"

Rachel forced a smile, still in turmoil. She got up to leave, heading to the office in a terrible mood. As she drove, her distracted state nearly caused several accidents, but she managed to arrive at the company safely, though shaken.

As she got out of the car, she walked forward with her head down, almost running into a wall when someone suddenly pulled her back.

Rachel bumped into a solid chest and smelled a familiar mint scent. She looked up, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Michael didn't answer right away, his voice deep and concerned. "Why aren't you watching where you're going? If I hadn't pulled you back, you would've hit the wall."

Rachel lowered her head, not saying anything. Michael rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated. "What were you thinking about just now?"

"Nothing," Rachel replied sullenly, her eyes flickering.

"Are you sure? Your worries are written all over your face." Michael squinted slightly, scrutinizing her. "What happened to make you so upset?"

Rachel pressed her lips together, her voice tight. "This is my business, not yours. I'm leaving."

She turned to walk away, but Michael grabbed her arm. The movement caused the file folder she was holding to fall to the ground.

Michael looked down and saw the hospital's name printed on it. His grip on her arm tightened. "You're hurt, why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"I'm not hurt." Rachel frowned, trying to pull away.

"Really?" Michael's disbelief was clear.

"I did fall, but my internal organs are fine. You don't need to worry," Rachel said unhappily, her tone defensive.

Seeing she didn't want to answer, Michael bent down to grab the file folder, but Rachel snatched it and hid it behind her.

Michael's frown deepened, convinced something was up with Rachel's health. He decided to visit Catherine at the hospital that night to check out Rachel's medical records.

Just then, a red car pulled up, and John walked over. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, glaring at Michael.

Michael glanced at him indifferently before turning back to Rachel. "I need your help with something."

Rachel eyed him suspiciously. "What is it?"

"Can you hold off on calling the police about what happened today?" Michael asked, almost pleading.

Rachel's face darkened. "You want me not to call the police? You didn't object when I said I would call them!"

Michael tried to explain. "I know it's complicated, but..."

"No buts!" Rachel interrupted angrily, clenching her fists. "Mandy tried to hurt me. She pushed me down the stairs, clearly trying to kill me, and you expect me not to call the police? Are you out of your mind?"

"What? Mandy pushed you down the stairs?" John finally caught on. His face turned red with fury as he swung a punch at Michael.

Michael hadn't expected the punch and stumbled back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Rachel was stunned and quickly went to support him. "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

Hearing her worried words, Michael's eyes softened. He wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up. Just as he was about to say he was fine, he saw her walk past him toward John.

"Is your hand okay?" Rachel held John's hand, checking it anxiously.

John's anger dissipated instantly, and he chuckled. "I'm fine, really."

"That's good." Rachel sighed in relief.

Michael's eyes darkened. Clearly, she wasn't worried about him. But then again, John was her boyfriend; it made sense she cared more about him. Still, Michael couldn't shake his discomfort.

Rachel didn't look at Michael and unhappily tapped John's forehead. "Why did you suddenly hit him? You scared me."

"He was being shameless," John snorted coldly at Michael.

Rachel's expression turned cold as she faced Michael. "Mr. Smith, you should go back. I still stand by what I said, I will call the police."

Michael lowered his head, his voice subdued. "What do you want?"

Rachel was taken aback. "What?"

Michael looked at her and softly said, "As long as you agree not to call the police, you can have anything you want."

"Bastard!" John couldn't hold back his temper again.

Rachel held him back and looked at Michael mockingly. "Anything I want?"

"That's right." Michael nodded.

Rachel narrowed her eyes, her voice icy. "Alright, you said it. Give me either Smith Corporation or TriStar Corporation, and I won't call the police."

John's eyes lit up with joy. "Rachel, that's a great idea!"

Michael hadn't expected Rachel to be so ambitious, directly asking for those two corporations. He frowned. "Rachel, you're being too greedy. You know I can't give you that."

Rachel crossed her arms and sneered, "Yes, I'm messing with you. So don't bother trying to persuade me to drop the charges, it's not going to happen. I will make sure Mandy goes to jail!"

With that, she pulled John into the elevator. Initially, she had been grateful that Michael had shown up in time to save her, or she might have died. But Michael's current actions made her feel extremely disgusted. Loving someone wasn't wrong, but breaking the law and compromising morals was going too far.

Michael watched Rachel's departing figure and didn't stop her because he knew it would be useless. Now he could only think of a way to save Mandy.

In the elevator, John was still cursing. "Michael is such a bastard, saying things like that."

"Alright, I'm not angry anymore, why are you still angry?" Rachel smiled at him.

John pouted, crossing his arms. "Rachel, are you really not angry anymore?"

"Yeah, I was angry for a while, but it's not worth staying angry for too long. After all, they're not important," she said calmly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

John's eyes lit up with excitement. "You're right, they're just irrelevant people. But..."

"But what?" Rachel asked, stepping out of the elevator and glancing back at him.

John quickly followed her, his brow furrowed with concern. "Michael didn't convince you this time. He won't give up easily. He might try other ways."

Rachel's eyes darkened as she clenched her fists. "If that's the case, then let him come. I'm alone and in a bad situation anyway; we can go down together."

John was startled, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Rachel, don't say things like that. What would I do without you?"

Rachel rolled her eyes at him. "Alright, I was just saying. Don't take it seriously." But if Michael really pushed her, she wouldn't mind taking him down with her.

They entered the office, and Rachel promptly grabbed her phone to call the police. Upon learning it was an intentional injury case, the police swiftly sent officers to apprehend Mandy.

When Mandy was taken into custody, she was utterly stunned, feeling both shocked and terrified. Michael had promised to persuade Rachel not to call the police, so why did Rachel still do it?

Mandy was pale as she was taken to the interrogation room at the police station. The police quickly notified Rachel.

"Got it, thank you. I'll come over to provide evidence right away," Rachel said calmly, hanging up the phone and standing up.

"Rachel, I'll go with you," John offered as he quickly put down his coffee.

Rachel shook her head. "No need, you stay at the office."

"Alright." John reluctantly nodded.

"I'm leaving now," Rachel said as she grabbed her bag and headed out. She drove to the police station, and as she was about to get out of the car, she heard the roar of a motorcycle behind her. Rachel turned around and saw a black heavy motorcycle speeding toward her.

Rachel was startled, her face turning pale, and her legs stiffened, unable to move. Just as she was about to be hit, she instinctively shrank her neck and closed her eyes.

The next moment, she felt a pain in her shoulder, and her bag was snatched away. Rachel fell to the side due to inertia, and although she didn't fall, her belly hit a nearby car, causing her to cry out in pain, breaking into a cold sweat.

Rachel gasped, rubbing her belly. But she quickly got up, got into her car, and chased after the motorcycle. The bag contained not only her documents but also a recording, which she couldn't afford to lose.

Rachel frowned tightly, stepping on the gas to catch up. At that moment, David drove by and saw Rachel's car speeding. He told Michael, "Mr. Smith, that was Ms. Williams' car just now. It looks like she's chasing someone."

Michael, with a bandage on his mouth, opened his eyes. "Chasing who?" he asked.

"I don't know, I couldn't see clearly." David shook his head.

Michael pondered momentarily and ordered, "Follow her!"

"Yes, Mr. Smith," David answered and followed.

Rachel chased the motorcycle, but the crowded streets made it impossible to catch up. In the end, she could only watch as the motorcycle vanished. So enraged that her eyes turned red, she slammed the steering wheel, her belly aching even more. She had to pull over and lean heavily on the steering wheel.

At that moment, someone knocked on her window. Rachel looked up and saw Michael with an injured mouth.

Rachel rolled down the window, panting. "What do you want?"

Seeing her sweaty and pale, Michael asked with concern, "What's wrong?"