Chapter 177 Our Child
Seeing Edward getting closer, I didn't hesitate to shout, "How could you do something so awful? She's carrying the Howard family's heir!"
I put on my best distressed look, making sure my voice was just loud enough for Edward to catch from a short distance away. I looked all urgent and worried, but inside, I was just hoping Edward would hurry up and get over here.
To my surprise, Anne's shock and panic lasted only a fleeting moment. She quickly forced a bitter smile, her voice shaky and tearful, "Diana, how can you accuse me like this? You were the one who told me to get rid of her."
"When did I ever say that?" Her sudden counterattack threw me off, and I instinctively took a step back. Seeing my reaction, Anne suddenly broke down, crying loudly and drawing everyone's attention.
Then, like she lost her mind, she grabbed a knife from a passing waiter who was about to cut a cake and pressed the sharp blade against her wrist, tears streaming down her face. "Diana, I've done so much for you, and now you accuse me like this."
Her frantic actions and loud cries instantly drew everyone's eyes in the café. In no time, all eyes were on me, filled with curiosity, confusion, and judgment. The whispers around us felt like a swarm of buzzing flies, making me feel irritated and uneasy.
"If that's the case, there's no point in me living anymore," Anne said, waving the knife in the air. Her eyes were filled with a crazy determination, like she was really about to do something drastic.
Seeing her out of control, I had a lot of doubts and grievances, but I knew I couldn't let her have her way. So, I endured the pain in my abdomen, gritted my teeth, and used all my strength to stand up.
In a desperate lunge, I reached for Anne's wrist, gripping the knife with all my might and wrestling it from her grasp. I mustn't let her get this knife again, or something terrible would happen.
Just as I managed to get the knife from her, Edward's tall figure appeared in front of us. His eyes were blazing with anger, and he shouted, "Diana, what are you doing?"
His voice was so loud it made my ears ring. Without another word, he snatched the knife from my hand with a powerful swipe, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
As I was about to hit the ground, I realized there was a large mirror behind me, and from Anne's position, she could see Edward's reflection rushing in. At that moment, it all clicked, but it was too late.
I hit the ground hard, and a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I felt warm liquid soaking my lower body. Even though the pain made it hard to open my eyes, my mind was surprisingly clear.
I heard someone shout, "She's bleeding!" and others frantically calling for help.
I had feared my child would fall victim to Anne's cruelty, but I never expected it would be Edward who would end her life. I heard Edward calling my name, his voice filled with urgency and concern, but I couldn't tell if he was worried about me or the child he had just killed.
Anne seemed to be in shock from the sudden turn of events, her eyes filled with fear and resentment. She suddenly screamed and waved the knife at Edward, shouting, "Edward, if Diana dies, I don't want to live either!"
Edward's urgent voice followed, "No!" In that moment, I felt as if I had detached from my own grief, becoming an observer. Edward then let go of me and tightly held Anne's wrist.
I lay on the ground, filled with despair. At that moment, I couldn't care about anything else; the intense pain in my abdomen had completely taken over my consciousness.
Fortunately, the ambulance arrived quickly. As the medical staff hurriedly lifted me onto a stretcher, Edward was already helping Anne into the ambulance, which felt even smaller because of its already cramped space.
A doctor holding a clipboard, with a serious expression, loudly asked, "Who is the pregnant woman's family?"
Edward, as if waking from a daze, trembled slightly and said with a quivering voice, "I am."
I used all my strength to reach out and touch Edward's hand. With a hoarse and weak voice, I managed to say, "Edward, our child..." My voice was raspy and faint, as if it had been scraped by sandpaper.
Edward, with a look of reluctance, slowly let go of Anne's wrist and tightly held my hand. His eyes were slightly red. He gently comforted me, "Diana, don't talk. Save your strength. We can always have more children in the future."
At that moment, Anne's sobbing voice came softly, "Edward, you should stay with Diana. I don't mind, even if I bleed to death here."
Hearing this, Edward immediately withdrew his hand from mine, his face full of pain and urgency, and said to Anne, "Anne, why did you do such a stupid thing?"
Anne, crying, responded, "Edward, seeing Diana like that, I was terrified. I feel like it's all my fault."
Edward gently stroked her hair, comforting her, "No, it's not your fault. Don't overthink it. If anything happens to you, how can I explain it to our parents? Both of you must be okay."
The doctor glanced coldly at Anne, who was curled up in Edward's arms, and said in an icy tone, "The space in the ambulance is limited. Unrelated personnel should not ride in the ambulance."
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