When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 108

"Blood! She's bleeding!" Someone exclaimed, causing Kayla to notice the blood on her leg.

Trembling, she reached for her leg, and the sight of blood on her hands nearly made her faint. A security guard quickly steadied her.

Seeing her in such a bad situation, I stepped forward, pulling out my phone. "Hello, 911? In the lobby of Patterson Group, a pregnant woman is bleeding..."

Before I could finish, Kayla lunged at me, catching me off guard and knocking me to the ground.

Thud! My body hit the floor hard, feeling like it was breaking apart.

Kayla roared, "Melanie, how dare you push me? You bitch! You hurt my baby! You pushed me. I'm calling the police. I’m going to report this!"

Kayla ripped off my wig and tried to hit me, but Clyde grabbed her hand.

"What are you waiting for? Get her to the hospital!" Clyde's voice was cold and angry.

I was still dizzy, my vision darkening when Clyde quickly helped me to my feet.

By then, I saw York rushing to Kayla, scooping her up, and sprinting out the door.

Clyde asked with concern, "Melanie, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Clyde wanted to check my injuries, but I bit my lip and hurried him along. "To the hospital, together."

Clyde explained, "York's already on it."

York's plan was clear as day, using Kayla to stir the pot, hoping it would lead to my divorce.

After all, a Mrs. Patterson like Kayla was nothing but embarrassment, more beneficial in his quest for power. York’s wife was from a reputable family, and with a son to inherit the business, he felt superior to Clyde.

In York’s eyes, he seemed a more qualified successor. Other than not being as closely related by blood and lacking Clyde's abilities, he saw himself as the better choice.

Clyde squeezed my hand tightly before lifting me into his arms. "We're in this together."

Arriving at the hospital, other than some pain in my arm, I was starting to come around.

The Patterson family was quick on their heels. Merritt, Talbot, and Eaton all arrived in haste.

Seeing me rush in, Lucia approached with a fierce glare. "Melanie, you truly are vile. How could you? That child was a Patterson."