The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411 

In fact, it was as if he had discovered, for the first time, that she could be even more determined than he had thought. 

She could harm her own body so casually, but when he saw the blood oozing from her, he felt a piercing chill. Every nerve in his body felt like it was stabbing with pain. 

It was as if she had embedded those shards of glass into him. 

It was so painful for him. 

But at that moment, his pain and anger made Amelia laugh. With a single laugh, the blood from her abdomen seemed to seep even faster. 

“Don’t laugh!” He was in a panic, afraid that her blood would flow too fast, too much. 

She laughed and seemed to mock him for panicking. 

“Does this count as repaying a life?” Amelia struggled, feeling the blood flowing. Yet, she knew she wouldn’t die. 

Back in prison, she had endured too many injuries. Sometimes, with enough wounds, healing became a habit. So, she knew she wasn’t going to die from those injuries. 

She did that to make Warren understand her determination. 

“I can live the rest of my life without bearing a child. You can also have a doctor remove my uterus. Of course, it’s possible that my uterus is already damaged, and I may not be able to conceive a child anymore.” Amelia struggled as she looked at the pale man in front of her with mocking eyes. 

Warren was very pale at that moment. His black eyes were filled with tension, pain, and panic, as if… he cared deeply for Amelia. If she hadn’t witnessed his heartlessness, she might have believed it. 

He was acting that way now probably because he was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to give birth to a child for him and 

Irene. 

“Warren, I’m repaying with this… Is it enough?” Her blood dripped onto the luxurious carpet along the glass and her fingers. 

His eyes were fixed on her, but he couldn’t say a word. Warren had never imagined Amelia could be so determined. 

Her determination terrified him. 

It was as if, by pushing her any further, she would be crushed and completely disappear in front of him. 

Amelia was taken to the hospital by an ambulance, and Warren followed her. 

Warren sat on a bench in the corridor and stared at his bloodied hands as Amelia was pushed into the operating room. 

That was… her blood. 

She was willing to hurt herself to reject him. 

His hands… even now, they were still trembling slightly. 

“Stop shaking!” he kept shouting to himself inwardly. 

‘She brought it upon herself. She owed me and Irene a child because she made herself unable to conceive, and even… carrying the family name “Haab” was her original sin! 

I will not feel guilty for a woman like her, even if she dies on the operating table today!’ Warren kept pondering. 

But somehow, images from years ago flashed through his mind. She had once hugged him with a bright smile and said, “Warren, I want to give you a child, um, not just one, but many, many more. What do you think? Do you like boys or girls? In the future, I’ll just be a full-time wife. Anyway, I don’t have any big career ambitions. I prefer to spend more time with you and the kids…” 

There was another sudden pain in his chest. 

Warren pounded his chest as if to stop the pain. 

He didn’t know why he was thinking about those things again. After her release from prison, he had gone to such lengths to find her, all for revenge. 

He felt that her mere three and a half years in prison had been too lenient, far too lenient. 

But when he saw her hurting herself, he didn’t know why he wanted to stop her and even called an ambulance. 

He was supposed to take revenge on her but ended up feeling like he was the one who was getting retaliated against. 

Suddenly, his phone started ringing, which was especially clear in that quiet place. 

Warren looked at the caller ID. It was Irene. 

When he answered the call, Irene’s soft voice came through the phone, “Warren.” 

“What’s the matter?” Warren asked, his voice tinged with fatigue. 

Irene sensed the strangeness in his voice and asked hurriedly, “What’s wrong with you? Are you tired?” 

“I’m fine. Just dealing with some small matters,” he answered. Indeed, dealing with Amelia was just a trivial matter for him. 

“Well… I won’t disturb you anymore. I just wanted to ask when you’ll be back. If you have to stay in Strico for a while, I’ll come and keep you company,” Irene said. 

For some reason, the thought of him staying in Strico during that time and their brief phone conversations had made Irene 

more uneasy. 

She was afraid that something unexpected might happen. 

Even though he had been good to her over the years, and they had planned to marry, the inability to conceive and bear children remained like a thorn in her heart. 

More importantly, she knew he had been looking for Amelia throughout the year.