Chapter 75 An Interrupted Confession (Part Two)

"Promise him! Say yes!" Slowly, mutters of "getting together" and "promising him" rose from the crowd.

As Spencer stood behind everybody else, he wanted to feel anger, and yet instead he was overwhelmed with worry. His eyes were glued to his wife, and there was nothing else he saw but her.

Was she going to promise him? Was she going to leave?

He was able to restrain himself until he saw Fiona about to raise her arm, as if to take the bouquet. His eyes narrowed as he felt his heart get heavier. With a final uncontrollable burst of emotion, he roared, "Fiona!"

His deep overpowering voice immediately drew the attention of everyone in the square including Fiona, who raised her head in shock.

Also noticing him, Ryan held on to the bouquet tighter as he watched him march towards them.

"Fiona." Spencer grabbed Fiona's arm. "Come with me!"

As she stumbled backward, Ryan grabbed her other arm.

"Fiona, you haven’t given me your response!" Hope burned in his eyes.

"Oh my God! It’s Mr. Cheng!"

"What’s Fiona’s relationship

with him?"

Fiona felt hot as two pairs of burning eyes focused on her. With her mind blank, she couldn’t bear to say anything over the curious whispers that now surrounded them.

"Let her go!" Spencer glared at Ryan, speaking with such ferocity that seemed to freeze the rest of the audience.

"No," said Ryan fearlessly. "Why not let her choose?"

"Choose?" Determined to strike the final blow, a merciless smile spread across Spencer’s face. "Do you think my wife is going to choose you?"

"Spencer! Are you crazy? Why are you broadcasting that to everyone?" Fiona growled, finally snapping. Gasps of astonishment filled the crowd.

"What? Are you not my wife?" Spencer pulled her behind him.

The air turned cold and scarce. Ryan felt as if he was drowning, and there was nothing or no one that could save him. Spencer called her his wife!

Ryan's lips trembled as he struggled to ask, "He’s lying, right, Fiona? Please tell me he’s lying."

Spencer raised a hand and gently put it on her cheek. As if he was her love, he whispered close to her ear,

he pushed her hard.

"Ahhh!"

Unable to keep her balance, she screamed as she fell straight out of the car, her back banging against the edge of the road.

"Fiona!"

His eyes opened wide. He slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a stop.

Spencer hurriedly ran out of the car and rushed to her. He didn’t want this to happen—he’d just intended to frighten her.

"Fiona! Fiona!"

She was groaning, barely conscious. Spencer squatted down and put his hands on her cheeks. "What’s wrong? Tell me!"

"My belly... hurts so bad..." Her hand trembled over her abdomen.

"Belly? No!" He saw the blood flowing out her lower body, soaking through the heavy winter clothes. His mind went blank as he lifted her in his arms to the car. "It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. You'll be fine!"

She could hear him, but she couldn’t open her eyes.

The tires once again screeched against the ground

as he sped to the hospital.

"Doctor! Where’s the doctor? Get out and save her, please!" Spencer's shrill voice echoed in her ears as her consciousness slowly drifted.

After a long time, she woke up to the unique smell of hospital disinfectant. She heard the footsteps of those who were likely doctors and nurses, and above it all, Spencer’s familiar voice.

What he said was as chilling as the cold air that enveloped her.

"You must perform an abortion. Do it right now and don’t let her know!"