She didn’t want to believe it, but the discomfort in her body and the doctor’s words left no room for doubt.

Touching her flat belly, Savannah felt as if a knife had pierced straight through her heart, the sharp pain spreading rapidly through her whole body.

She covered her face in despair, letting her tears slip through her trembling fingers.

Her lower lip was bitten so hard that it bled, the taste of blood mixing with her tears, salty and bitter.

After a long while, she finally trembled as she asked, "Doctor, may I ask where the gentleman who brought me here went?"

"He should be in the room next door. A woman came with him and said she felt unwell too. Mr. Duncan went to accompany her first."

Savannah nodded faintly. After the doctor left, she forced her frail body out of bed and staggered toward the neighboring ward.

She needed to find Tobias and get a clear answer.

But just as she approached, an angry voice from inside slammed into her.

"Who told you to tamper with the condoms?!"

Why was Tobias so angry? Savannah couldn’t make sense of it.

But soon, the others provided her with the answer.

"Tobias, we poked holes in the condoms to speed up your plan! Wouldn’t it be dramatic if Savannah got pregnant by accident? We just didn’t expect her to miscarry."

"Yeah, Tobias, this is already the 98th time. A few more and once we hit a hundred, you’ll finally erase those three years of humiliation."

But the explanation didn’t seem to calm Tobias. If anything, it only fueled his rage.

"There were so many other ways to do this. Why use this method?!" His voice trembled with anger, causing everyone to fall silent. After a long pause, someone spoke hesitantly.

"Tobias, haven’t we always done it this way? Why’s it different now? A miscarriage is just a miscarriage; it doesn’t hurt us. Do you really want to back out now? After all, you’ve never forgotten those three years of humiliation when Savannah treated you like a servant… could it be…"

The question hung in the air, unspoken but clear. "Could it be you’ve actually fallen for Savannah?"

At that, whispers erupted around them, spreading like wildfire.

"Come to think of it, Tobias could’ve forced Savannah to drink all the white wine at the table, but he stopped her. Was it because he felt sorry for her?"

"If that’s the case, should we still carry out the plan?"

For a moment, the room fell silent. Every eye instinctively turned to Tobias, waiting for his response.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Tobias’s face was as dark as a storm cloud.

To say there hadn’t been a trace of affection between them during those three years would have been a lie.

But throughout those years, the constant sneers, the mocking glances and the disdainful looks from others were like daggers piercing his soul, always reminding him that he and Savannah were never meant to be.

To stay by her side, he had lowered himself to the dust, casting aside every ounce of pride.

Then, when she went bankrupt, he found himself once again with nothing, not even enough money to pay for school and he had to endure the cruel laughter of those around him.

It was Tessa who had helped him rise from that darkness.

For countless nights after, Tobias couldn’t shake the memories of those three years. He had used every method to keep Savannah by his side, seeking revenge over and over, desperate to rebuild the pride that had been shattered.

But when he watched Savannah nearly die before his eyes, when he heard that their child was gone, a pain so fierce gripped his chest; it was almost suffocating.

At that moment, he realized the truth: trying to erase those three years of humiliation by continually humiliating Savannah wasn’t what he truly wanted.

Yet, there were only two more steps to go until he reached a hundred.

He had come this far. No matter what, he couldn’t stop now.

A cold sneer curled on his lips as he pressed his lower lip into a thin line.

"Of course, we’ll continue."

"Fall for her? You’re overthinking it. I never loved Savannah."

Outside the door, Savannah's fingers tightened reflexively around the doorknob. She forced a desolate tug at the corner of her mouth before turning to walk away.

Not long after she returned to the hospital room, Tobias came searching for her. When he saw her pale face, his heart twisted in a painful knot.

He sat down beside the bed, his voice stiff as if struggling to find the right words.

"Sorry, I didn’t know you were pregnant. As compensation, whatever request you make today, I’ll agree to it."

Before Savannah could respond, Tobias’s phone beeped.

He pulled it out and opened the message. From where she stood, Savannah caught sight of the name Tessa in the chat box.

[Tobias, I’m back in my hospital room. Why aren’t you here? This hospital gown is so big, it’s falling off me.]

[My fever hasn’t gone down yet. Would you like to try the 37-degree version of me?]

In the picture, Tessa kneeled on the bed, the gown pulled provocatively low, showing just a hint of her snow-white chest.

Tobias’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he typed a quick response.

[Still know how to seduce even with a fever?]

Watching it all, Savannah let out a bitter laugh, the sound sharp with sarcasm.

The relentless blows had already numbed her. Now, seeing this scene unfold, Savannah felt no more stirrings in her heart. Her mind was fixed on one thing: three days left and she would finally be free.

After Tobias finished replying to the messages, she spoke, "Does what you just said still count?"

Tobias froze for a moment, surprised. "Of course, it counts."

His answer seemed to ease something within Savannah. She lifted her eyes, meeting his gaze with determination.

"Good. I want to use the death of my child to erase everything between us. From now on, there’s no more connection between you and me."

Her words hit Tobias like a slap to the face, sharp and jarring.

"No more connection?"

Tobias’s eyes locked onto Savannah’s resolute gaze and he suddenly let out an angry laugh.

"I let you make a request and this is what you choose?"

Savannah said nothing, her gaze steady as she watched Tobias's expression shift, his brows furrowing deeper, his eyes reddening.

Curiosity stirred inside her. If hearing her say "no more connection" had made him so angry, how would he react when he found out she was about to marry his sworn enemy?

Suddenly, Tobias sneered again, his voice dripping with coldness. "You seem to be under some kind of illusion about our relationship. What feelings could there have ever been between us? You didn’t really think I had feelings for you, did you?"

"I’ll agree to your request, but you have to do one last thing for me."

"Yesterday, Tessa and I unlocked a new position. Just like before, I need you to record it for us."

Savannah’s body went rigid for a moment. "Tobias, you’re insane. I just had a miscarriage."

"So what if you miscarried? Die first and then we’ll talk."

Tobias’s sneer deepened and without another word, he lifted her from the bed and carried her toward the adjacent hospital room.

When he pushed open the door, Tessa was lying on the bed, dressed in the same clothes from the photo. As soon as she saw Tobias, she quickly rushed to him, eager.

Tobias effortlessly pulled her into his arms, his large hand slipping suggestively over her body.

"Waited long?"

Tessa blushed deeply. "Not too long. But why did you bring her here? Won’t the marks you left on me show in the recording?"

Tobias’s hand slid lower, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

"Isn’t it even more exciting with her here? Don’t be shy. There will be plenty more marks soon enough."

Pressing forward over her, Tobias tossed the camcorder to Savannah, his eyes full of eager desire.

"Film it properly. Don’t miss a single movement."

The sound of clothes rubbing together echoed through the room, the fabric eventually slipping to the floor. Tessa’s legs wrapped around Tobias’s strong waist and with every movement, she moaned softly, the sound escaping her lips like a breathless whisper.

"Tobias, slow down... I can’t take it anymore..."

Tobias’s breathing grew heavier.

"Weren’t you the one seducing me just now? Didn’t think you’d be the one overwhelmed?"

"Baby, your body’s so hot, it’s like I’m dying inside you."

The hospital bed thudded against the wall, the sound of muffled grunts and gasps filling the room. Their breaths mingled, harsh and rapid.

Savannah, holding the camcorder, felt a wave of nausea rose in her throat.

The discomfort tightened around her chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to vomit. Instead, she swallowed the bitter taste down, forcing herself to endure.

Her body ached from the miscarriage, each pang like tiny needles that seemed to pierce her skin. She stared at the empty ceiling above, her eyes vacant, her mind numb.

It wasn’t until the night stretched long that the sounds finally stopped. By then, Savannah’s legs had lost all feeling, the weight of the day pressing down on her like an unbearable load.

She braced herself against the wall, her fingers clinging to it for support. When the door closed, the silence that followed was deafening. Tobias’s cold gaze didn’t even meet hers.

He simply muttered as he left, without a second glance.

"Remember to clean up the room."

However, Tessa didn’t leave.

She slowly pulled on her top, covering the lingering traces of intimacy.

"My wedding with Tobias is set for three days from now."

Three days?

Savannah froze for a moment and three days later, it was when she had planned to leave.

She showed little reaction, merely marveling silently at how eager Tobias was to marry, then softly responded with a "Hmm."

Unexpectedly, her indifference enraged Tessa.

Tessa rushed forward and grabbed Savannah’s wrist, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Savannah, if it weren’t for you, I would have married Tobias long ago. What are you pretending to be innocent for?!"

"All these years, every time I mentioned marriage, he hesitated. He could fool others, but not me. I know, it’s always been because of you!"

"Back then, it was my help that let him finish college. Why should he still be hung up on you?!"

Facing Tessa’s bloodshot eyes, Savannah felt a sharp tightness in her chest, unease surging within her.

She was about to break free when she heard Tessa’s chilling voice.

"I heard you just had a miscarriage. Perfect. I’ll make sure you can never get pregnant again, so you and Tobias will have no chance left!"

As soon as the words fell, the door to the hospital room was pushed open and several burly men swaggered inside, grinning maliciously.

They quickly surrounded Savannah, their sticky gazes roaming shamelessly over her body.

Savannah’s scalp instantly went numb and she kept retreating until she was forced into a cramped corner.

Several hands reached out, groping greedily at her slim waist.

Savannah shuddered in fear, struggling desperately to resist.

But the strength between men and women was too great and her body was already weakened. Before long, she was overpowered, her arms and legs pinned down.

"No... don’t touch me!"

Unable to move, despair and terror surged within her, her tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

Savannah thought she wouldn’t be able to escape.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, a familiar voice suddenly burst through the room.

"I dare anyone to touch her!"