Scarlett's POV:
I slept for a long time.
Charles left me resolutely in my dream.
And Rita was back.
He looked at me before he left with her happily.
They were hugging and kissing each other like a couple who had not seen each other in a long time.
I cried out his name desperately in hopes that he would turn back and look at me.
However, he walked in holding Rita's hand.
Leaning against Charles' chest, she said proudly, "Scarlett, Charles really loves me. You were just a plaything for him to kill time when he is bored."
Charles held her in his arms adoringly.
"Charles, have you ever loved me?" I asked, clinging to the faint glimmer of hope in my heart.
"Never."
His cold words shook me.
Pain and hatred rose in my heart like a tide, drowning me in emotions.
The next second, I opened my eyes and gasped.
By the time I came to my senses, I found myself in a strange room.
The decor was classy and magnificent.
Struggling to sit up from the bed, I carefully looked around.
Where was I?
Wasn't I in the hospital?
I recalled what happened right before I passed out and my heart twisted into a knot.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
A middle-aged man walked in with another man, who seemed to be a doctor.
They both seemed to be overjoyed to find that I was awake.
The doctor examined me carefully, while the middle-aged man stood by the bed.
"It's all right now, but you are still too weak. You should try and get some rest," the doctor said in a low voice.
"Doctor, how about the baby?"
"I am sorry, but the baby is gone," he replied.
Although I knew that I would not be able to keep the baby, his words still left me heartbroken.
Lowering my gaze, I touched my flat belly in tears.
'Baby, I'm sorry.
It's my fault that I didn't protect you well.'
After offering me a few comforting words, the doctor left with his medical kit.
I was alone with the middle-aged man.
He looked at me with a complex expression.
Confused, I frowned and asked, "Did you save me? Where am I?"
"Scarlett, I'm your biological father, Edward Wilson," he explained.
My eyes widened in shock. And it took me what felt like hours to come back to my senses.
I was familiar with the name Edward Wilson because I was a journalist.
He was the CEO of the Wilson Group, a multinational company.
"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" I asked tentatively.
Edward walked to the bedside and sat down. There was a hint of guilt and love in his eyes.
"Scarlett, I was so obsessed with my career that I didn't know your mother was pregnant when I left her."
Edward's eyes were filled with regret.
I could not believe him because everyone had told me that my parents had loved each other deeply.
"I have already done the DNA tests, and you are indeed my biological daughter."
Edward took out the DNA test report from his pocket and handed it to me.
Looking at the document, a complicated emotion surged in my heart.
"Scarlett, do you still love Charles? If you still want to be with him, then I can help you get rid of the obstacles," Edward said in a deep voice.
Looking at his cold and serious expression, I suddenly thought of what happened right before I fainted.
"No! I hate him! And Rita! I hate them both!"
Thinking of my miscarriage, hatred rose in my heart.
Edward turned on the TV, showing photos and videos of my children. Charles and Rita were standing by the kids, smiling. It was such a warm picture, just like... Like they were a family.
'No! They were my children!'
Tears streamed down my face.
"As far as I know, the woman beside Charles is called Raina Hill." Edward's voice was cold.
'Raina?
I've never heard this name before. Why does she look exactly like Rita?
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Farewell To My Endless Love