My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276: 276/Flashback (20)

Chapter 276: Flashback – The Trap of Fate (23 Years Ago)

Author’s POV

After Meredith emerged from the operating room, the space felt like a silent battlefield reeking of medicine and charred emotions. Meredith lay on the white bed, as pale as if the blood had been drained from her veins, while Stewart and the mother surrounded her with worried, fabricated looks. In the corner of the room, Violet stood like a cold shadow, crossing her arms with a provocative indifference, her calm features radiating a stillness that could drive anyone witnessing it to madness.

The mother cleared her throat, breaking the heavy silence with a grave voice carrying the tone of unarguable authority. She looked at her ailing daughter intently and said: "Meredith, since you’ve now passed the danger zone and will be discharged by evening, it’s time we speak of a matter of utmost importance... I have a subject that will completely change the course of things."

Meredith tried to shift her tired body under the covers, exhaling heavily as she opened her withered eyelids to ask in a weak voice barely audible: "What is it, Mother? Has something happened that you haven’t told me?"

The mother exchanged glances with Stewart, then tilted her head rigidly and said with a tone as sharp as a knife: "Violet is pregnant."

Meredith’s eyes widened in thunderous shock, as if an electric bolt had struck her frail body. She never imagined in her worst nightmares that her reckless sister would fall into this pit. She gasped with a shock that made her chest heave violently: "What? Did I hear you correctly? Violet is pregnant?"

The mother continued, averting her gaze toward the window, trying to escape her daughter’s eyes: "This is the reality we are facing now... and what’s worse, she claims she doesn’t know the father’s identity and simply wants to end it and abort the fetus."

Meredith’s gaze shifted toward Violet sharp as blades, loaded with years of contempt and suppressed malice. She gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "All those years of blind pampering and spoiling... look at what things have come to! Look at the honorable result!" She turned back to her mother, tears welling in her eyes from sheer oppression: "This is all because of you alone! You’re the one who turned her into a spoiled monster who doesn’t care about consequences... look at what she’s done to us and our reputation!"

Violet watched this theatrical display, interlacing her fingers with icy coldness. Not a hair on her head stirred, nor did she flinch at her sister’s insults. She maintained a profound silence, and in her silence was a sickening pride; she knew well that silence was far more valuable than words.

The mother snapped and shouted a warning, striking her palm against the edge of the bed: "Meredith! Weigh your words carefully... stop this attack immediately!"

But Meredith had lost control of her nerves; she continued screaming while trembling on the bed: "Despite all her filth, you’re still defending her! She’s nothing but a whore... she got pregnant by a nobody and doesn’t even know which man fucked her and left her with this shame!" Deep in Meredith’s heart, a beast of fear was gnawing at her vitals; she feared that this fetus might be the child of "Morgan," the man who had stripped her of everything and still inhabited the folds of her broken heart.

A funereal silence hung over the room when the mother spoke in a stern tone that shattered all bridges of discussion: "Listen, Meredith, if you add one more word, I will completely forget that you are my sick daughter who just came out of surgery... I will forget everything!" Meredith felt a suffocating lump, a physical and psychological pain squeezing her chest; at this moment, she was certain for the thousandth time that her mother’s heart had room only for Violet.

The mother continued in a commanding tone: "I did not allow Violet to abort this child, and I never will... because I have decided that she will give you this child, for you to raise as your own son."

Meredith’s body went rigid under the heavy covers. She felt as if a boulder had dropped onto her chest to crush her breath. Wasn’t the hell of her illness enough? Wasn’t the deprivation of her womanhood enough? And now she was being asked to spend her life caring for the fruit of her hated sister’s sin? She screamed in weakness and brokenness: "I don’t accept! It’s impossible for me to agree to this nonsense!"

The mother was shocked by the violent reaction and said in disbelief: "What? How do you dare refuse? Is this your response to my attempt to compensate you?"

Meredith replied, digging her nails into her palm until she almost drew blood: "I won’t raise her child... I will never touch anything that came out of her tainted womb!"

The mother tried to change her tone to one of persuasion, leaning in and saying with a false calmness: "He is your nephew, your own blood... he will be like the son you never gave birth to... haven’t you longed all your life to experience motherhood? This is your golden opportunity."

Meredith did indeed crave motherhood sincerely, but she wanted a child that was the product of love a child that carried her features, not a child that would remind her every morning and evening of her sister’s betrayal and recklessness. She said sharply, through tears: "I don’t want her child! Am I to play the dirty role? Am I to waste my life raising and staying up late while she goes on with her life and enjoys her whims as if nothing happened?"

The mother settled the matter with a position of absolute power: "Meredith, the discussion is over... you will raise this child whether you like it or by force... this is my final decision."

Meredith pressed her fingers together with a frantic force until she heard her bones pop; she felt an indescribable humiliation, knowing she was just a tool in her mother’s hand. What fueled the fire of her malice was catching a glimpse of Violet, who still maintained her lethal coldness, looking as if she had just won a profitable bet.

Two months had passed since that night that turned Violet’s life upside down. She was now nearly three months pregnant, but what was surprising and suspicious was her body, which seemed to rebel against the laws of nature; her belly remained strangely flat, and she showed none of the common signs of pregnancy. Except for a very slight bulge that was barely noticeable, Violet with her usual intelligence and narcissism explained it to Thomas and her friends as a "slight weight gain" resulting from the stress of university exams. No one doubted her, given her slender body that hadn’t lost its allure.

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