Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Blood
“Miss Kentwood!” Amelia was relieved to find that Sean had finally arrived, and he pried Emmeline away from her in one quick motion, causing her to stumble into the cubicles.

She lost her balance and fell directly on the shards of broken ceramic, howling with pain.

“You bitch! You’re trying to make me lose my child!” Emmeline shrieked as she tottered back up, her knees scraped and bleeding with wounds.

Aiden hurriedly grabbed her before she could make another lunge for Amelia.

Blood. Suddenly Amelia knew she would get no better chance. She pulled out her phone and dialed for an ambulance, while Sean’s steady bulk kept the worst of Emmeline at bay. Aiden was also wrangling her, while she hissed and spitted vulgarities at him like an angry cat.

“You scumbag! Let go of me! Are you blinded by what’s between her legs to keep your eyes on the prize?! No wonder your mother despairs of you!”

“Don’t talk about my mother!” Aiden retorted hotly, his eyebrow twitching viciously as he dodged Emmeline’s claws. Emmeline shrieked, but she wasn’t going to give up anytime soon.

“Emmeline, should you be moving so much?” Amelia asked. “You wouldn’t want something to happen to the fetus, right?”

“Save your concern!” Emmeline raged, her once pristine hairdo was now as messy as a bird’s nest. “I will never lose my child―”

Then, she bowled over, her arms around her belly, seemingly in pain. Aiden and Amelia exchanged panicked glances, before Amelia remembered that she was still very upset with Aiden and Aiden remembered that he was effectively persona non grata in her eyes.

Emmeline seemed to be swaying on the floor. Amelia wanted to help, but Aiden and her bodyguard pulled her back instantly.

Aiden cleared his throat and scoffed at Emmeline, trying to sound imperious. “What are you up to now? Stop pretending to act pathetic so that Amelia will come and save you! Your little tricks won’t work on us!”

“It… hurts…” Emmeline choked out weakly, her face suddenly pale with shock.

The fact that Emmeline wasn’t cursing out Aiden already sent warning bells ringing in Amelia’s head. Her eyes darted lower, and she spotted the growing blood stains on her dress, in between her legs. That was simply too much blood to have come from falling on broken shards.

“We need to get her to sit down,” Amelia said frantically, “I think she’s bleeding out!”

If the men weren’t panicking before, they certainly were now. If things weren’t so serious, Amelia would have felt the slightest bit of pity for Sean, who had now turned from a simple bodyguard to a makeshift paramedic. Aiden and Sean quickly lifted her onto a chair, and Amelia hissed at the sight of rivulets of blood flowing down Emmeline’s calves.

“Fuck, holy shit, fuck!” Aiden cursed.

“I already called an ambulance; they’ll be here soon!” Amelia said. “Emmeline, try to calm down. Take deep breaths!”

She wanted to get an ambulance to take Emmeline away so that she could get a sample of her blood to test the paternity of the child, but now it turns out there might not even be a fetus for her to test on.

It would be more convenient if Emmeline lost the child― but Amelia wanted proof. She needed the world to know that Matteo was not responsible for this fetus, and to clear his name. If Emmeline lost the baby, the truth would never come to light.

Emmeline glanced down and saw the blood staining her dress, and she screamed even louder in desperation. “No! No! My baby― You did something― My baby!”

She glared at Amelia with teary eyes, making an aborted attempt to claw at Amelia’s face.

“Stop moving!” Amelia wanted to scream.

This woman hated her more than she loved her child, to the point of irrationality. Emmeline’s behavior was giving her more stress, and Amelia had to take her own advice. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Things would be fine.

“If you want to keep your baby, keep calm! You’ll bleed out otherwise,” she advised.

“Miss, you should sit down too,” Sean suggested with worry as he kept one eye on Emmeline. He wouldn’t put it past her to make one last-ditch attempt to hurt his employer.

Finally, the paramedics arrived. Amelia immediately pointed them to Emmeline, and they hauled her away on the stretcher while taking her vitals.

Amelia shot Aiden a raised eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be going with her? Since she’s the mother of your child?”

Aiden flinched as if he had been struck. Amelia did not feel guilty in the slightest. Him feeling uncomfortable and hurt was simply comeuppance, and Amelia thought she was letting him off lightly enough without throwing a chair at him.

Not that she would do it. She was pregnant and needed to stay calm, lest she end up following Emmeline’s bloody footsteps. More importantly, office chairs did not deserve to be abused like that. She would let Matteo deal with him afterward.

She quickly updated Matteo on Emmeline’s situation― knowing him, he would be right there at the hospital, hopefully collecting blood samples.

Amelia did not want to collect blood from the office chair.

“I probably shouldn’t be there,” Aiden said, his eyes downcast. “If Emmeline sees me, she’ll probably lose the baby even more quickly.”

“And that would ruin both of your plans, wouldn’t it?” Amelia pointed out, clucking her tongue irritably, though she wasn’t sure what plan they actually had now that Amelia knew the truth. “But I’m going anyway. Sean, can you drive me to the hospital?”

“Yes, Miss Kentwood.” Sean nodded, and off they went, Aiden staring blankly at Amelia’s retreating back.

***

Just as she expected, Matteo was already waiting for her outside the emergency department.

Emmeline’s case was dire, and they wheeled her inside without even bothering to secure a special private admission for her. In a few hours, the world would know about this issue.

Matteo’s face was grim. He, too, was not looking forward to the media storm.

“How are things?” Amelia asked. “I initially wanted to send her to the hospital to get a blood sample, but now…”

“Now there will be plenty of blood,” Matteo said dryly. “But we might have no use for it.”