She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 141

Something shattered.

It was the painting, *First Love*.

It was the sincere heart Hilda Cassidy had once offered him.

Smashed ruthlessly to the ground, shattered into a million unfixable pieces by Luther Sanford.

She couldn't move.

Hilda couldn't move a single muscle.

She had been beaten until she was broken, torn apart, and now a sharp, dragging pain seized her lower abdomen. A warm liquid slowly trickled down her legs, yet she remained utterly paralyzed. The night wind seemed to blow away the last lingering dirge of their love.

Fading, constantly fading.

Until it was gone completely.

An eternity seemed to pass.

Finally, sensation returned to her body.

Hilda slowly raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her. She looked numb. Even though she knew he wouldn't believe her, she had to say it. She refused to carry the burden of being labeled a murderer, and Jolie Lovell's removed womb had nothing to do with her. Because her face was swollen, her voice was slurred—

"She came looking for me."

"She said she was leaving."

"I didn't want to engage with her."

"I had barely driven away when she rammed into me from the side. Luther, my car is practically totaled. I'd have to be insane to want to die with her. Yes, I walked away perfectly fine, and Jolie lost her spleen and womb. So you think I hit her? Are you going to throw me in prison to avenge her womb?"

As expected, Luther didn't believe her.

He believed the lover who had been willing to run far away.

The man's words were like ice daggers. "How do you expect me to believe you? You're standing here perfectly fine, while Jolie lost her spleen and her womb. She had already backed off, yet you still treated her like this. Do you have even a shred of sisterly affection for her?"

All love and hate dissipated.

All that was left was a speechless, profound exhaustion.

Her body was still draining.

The liquid slowly slid down her legs.

The metallic scent of blood had already permeated the air.

If Luther had cared even a fraction, he would have noticed that Hilda was suffering a threatened miscarriage. Her dress was soaked with blood, her face was deathly pale, and she could barely stand. But she gripped Harrell Judson's arm, using her last breath to speak slowly.

"Yes, she lost her spleen and womb."

"But whose fault is that?"

"Are you blaming me?"

"Ever since she started pretending she was the one who saved you, she brought this entirely upon herself. She ended up like this today solely because she is cheap and vain. Didn't you say I disregard our sisterly bond? Well, I can tell you exactly how I feel about her right now. Listen closely, Luther. In my eyes, Jolie is a shameless bitch. And as for you, Luther, you're exactly the same. The two of you are a despicable, shameless pair."

"I'm done talking now."

"Do whatever you want."

"Call the cops, do whatever. I imagine the dashcam footage will clear my name."

Luther's voice was freezing. "You think I won't?"

But Hilda reached out, her fingers brushing against Harrell's face.

She spoke very, very softly.

"Take me away."

Harrell was startled.

Because Hilda's entire body was ice-cold.

Then, he smelled the overwhelming scent of blood.

Harrell wanted to speak, but Hilda stopped him, her voice trembling as she told him no. When he scooped her into his arms, tears welled in Harrell's eyes. He had never lost his composure like this, never ached so deeply for another person. What did she do wrong? If she committed any crime, it was only that she had loved Luther.

Sylvan refused to let her go. "You can't take her."

He reached out to block them.

Harrell delivered a vicious, merciless kick.

A sickening crack echoed—it sounded like two ribs breaking.

Harrell's voice was lethal. "Who the hell are you to stop me?"

And just like that, carrying Hilda in his arms, he walked away step by step.

Behind them came Luther's icy warning: "Don't regret this, Hilda."

The woman leaned into Harrell's embrace. Her voice was faint, but loud enough for Luther to hear.

—"I will never regret this."