My Husband Froze My Card on My Birthday novel Chapter 70

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“Help! Somebody help!”

Footsteps pounded down the hallway.

“What happened? Ethan was the first to rush in, a chill clinging to his tailored suit.

Sebastian followed closely behind, his gaze turning glacial the moment it landed on Olivia.

Vivian threw herself into Ethan’s arms, sobbing hysterically. “She–she brought those men in here to assault mer

“Olivia! Ethan grabbed her chin, fury burning in his eyes. “You just can’t stop, can you? Even in your condition, you’re

still causing trouble?”

Olivia lay motionless on the bed, eyes blank as they stared at the ceiling. Her lips were cracked and pale, an IV needle still taped to her wrist. Her body had wasted away to skin and bones.

Her silence only enraged Ethan further. “Say something! Did you send those men after Vivi again?”

The room was deathly quiet, broken only by the steady beep–beep of the monitor.

“Fine.” Sebastian suddenly sneered. “Since you like playing dirty, then let’s lock you in here with them.”

He turned and signaled the bodyguards. “Lock the door.”

As they dragged Vivian out, she looked back, pretending to be frightened. “Ethan, Sebastian, isn’t this too much? Putting her with those people–won’t something happen?”

“What could possibly happen?” Ethan said coldly. “She brought them here herself.”

Despite his words, both men paused in the hallway.

They listened quietly for a few seconds. Inside, silence reigned; no sound came from the room.

Only then did they leave, satisfied.

But what they didn’t know was inside, the group of men stared through the peephole until the coast was clear.

“They’re gone,” the leader grinned, turning toward Olivia. “Time for us to take real good care of Miss Sinclair.”

Rough hands clamped over her mouth. Her hospital gown tore with a loud rip.

Cold air bit at her exposed skin. Olivia thrashed violently.

“Let go!

Tears blurred her vision. Her desperate muffled cries were swallowed by the filthy palm over her mouth.

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She clawed at the man’s arms, leaving deep, bloody gashes, only to be met with more brute force.

“Pfft”

Suddenly, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the white sheets.

The men froze.

Then came a second and a third gush.

Blood poured uncontrollably from her lips like a burst dam, quickly soaking most of the bed.

“Shit! She’s coughing blood!”

“Get a doctor!”

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