Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501: Chapter 501 The World Fell Silent

The moment Liam saw the figure lying on the bed, the tightness in his chest eased.

He let out a quiet breath, warmth spreading through him as the tension slowly left his body.

What had he been so worried about?

Perhaps they had both been too busy lately. With work keeping them apart and Diana spending so much time at the office, he had started imagining problems where there were none.

Liam stood in the doorway for a moment before quietly removing his suit jacket.

Diana was a light sleeper. She often stayed up late working, leaving her sleep schedule completely out of order. Over the years, Liam had grown accustomed to coming home quietly after business dinners, careful not to disturb her. He had become remarkably good at moving around without making a sound.

After showering in the adjoining bathroom, he returned to the bedroom and slipped beneath the covers.

The room was dark, and the familiar scent of Diana’s perfume lingered in the air.

She had worn the same fragrance for years. Its scent had become so deeply ingrained in his memory that he could recognize it anywhere. It was as familiar to him as the sound of her voice, a part of his life he had long since stopped noticing consciously.

In fact, whenever he went to bed without that familiar scent beside him, he struggled to fall asleep.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, reaching for her. “I’ll come home earlier from now on.”

He drew her into his arms.

Diana had always seemed to fit perfectly against him. Even when she was asleep, she would instinctively shift closer, finding a comfortable position against his chest.

But this time, she didn’t move.

Liam looked down at her in the darkness.

“Are you still awake?”

Perhaps she was pretending to be asleep.

Diana said nothing.

She didn’t move, either.

Liam sighed, the corners of his mouth lifting into a helpless smile.

“Come on, sweetheart. I said I was sorry. I won’t do it again, okay? Just this once. I know how stubborn you can be when you’re angry. Remember how you used to ignore me for ten days, sometimes even two weeks?”

The woman in his arms remained silent.

Liam gently pinched her cheek.

“Tell me what I have to do to make it up to you. I’ll do whatever you want, all right?”

Her cheek felt cool beneath his fingers.

Frowning, he reached for her hand.

It was cold, too.

Liam’s expression changed.

The temperature in the house was carefully regulated. Even though it was February and a cold snap had settled over the city, the heating kept the rooms comfortably warm.

Diana sometimes had cold hands and feet, but they would usually warm up once she was under the covers.

Tonight, however, her skin remained cold.

A flicker of unease passed through him.

Was she sick?

His heart sank. He immediately reached for the bedside lamp.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I was wrong, okay? Are you feeling unwell? I’ll take you to see a doctor.”

The light came on.

Liam finally saw Diana’s face clearly.

She was deathly pale, her lips drained of color. Her eyes were closed, and she showed no reaction whatsoever.

His entire body went rigid.

It felt as though something had pierced straight through his heart. His pupils contracted, and for one terrifying moment, he could barely breathe.

“Didi?”

He touched her cheek again.

“Didi, why aren’t you answering me?”

He called her name repeatedly, but she remained silent.

The stillness was unbearable. It was the kind of silence that made fear crawl beneath his skin, freezing him from the inside out.

Liam’s lips trembled.

“Didi!”

He pressed his fingers against her neck.

There was no pulse.

He leaned closer, searching desperately for the slightest sign of breathing.

Nothing.

Diana wasn’t breathing.

She had stopped breathing.

For a moment, Liam felt as though every bone in his body had turned to dust. His mind seemed to shut down, instinctively shielding him from a reality too terrible to comprehend.

Then he moved.

Scooping Diana into his arms, he rushed out of the bedroom.

His legs nearly gave way halfway down the hall, but he forced himself to keep going. He held her tightly against his chest, terrified that even the slightest stumble might hurt her.

“Don’t do this to me, Didi.” His voice broke. “Please. Are you playing another prank because you’re angry with me? Is that it?”

He carried her outside and climbed into the waiting car, cradling her against him.

He couldn’t drive. His hands were shaking too badly, and he could barely think straight.

The driver hurried over, took one look at Liam’s face, and immediately understood that something was terribly wrong.

He got behind the wheel and sped toward the nearest hospital.

He had worked for the Mercer family long enough to know how composed Mr. Mercer usually was. He had never seen him like this.

Liam’s normally controlled expression had shattered. His eyes were bloodshot, his face drained of color, and the terror in his gaze was almost frightening.

The driver didn’t dare ask what had happened to Mrs. Mercer. He could only press harder on the accelerator and pray they would reach the hospital in time.

The moment the car stopped outside the emergency department, Liam jumped out with Diana in his arms.

“Help! Someone, please!”

His voice tore through the entrance.

“My wife needs help! She’s not responding!”

Medical staff rushed over with a stretcher. Liam reluctantly laid Diana down, his hands lingering on her as the team wheeled her into the emergency department.

“Please, save her,” he pleaded, following them inside. “You have to save my wife!”

A doctor and several members of the emergency team immediately began assessing Diana.

Liam stood beside the bed, barely able to breathe as he watched them work.

Then the doctor’s expression changed.

After checking for signs of life, the doctor looked at Liam with grave eyes.

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