They wrapped Du Ruoxin in a bedsheet and threw her into a large box hidden by black cloth on a dining cart, taking her to Lin Hai's room.
"Zzzzz—"
"Zzzzz—"
Something like an electric current surged through Du Ruoxin's brain nerves.
In a daze, she felt herself moving.
No, she was clearly asleep.
So sleepy, so very sleepy.
"Zzzzz—"
"Zzzzz—"
Another stronger current penetrated her brain nerves, distorting Du Ruoxin's face in pain.
No!
She wasn't asleep. She was eating cold jelly with Grace on the balcony, but as she ate, she felt something was wrong, as if she had suddenly fainted.
What was going on?
Had she been drugged?
Lin Hai!
"Thump—"
Just then, Du Ruoxin was thrown into a bathtub by men in black. A pungent perfume scent assailed her senses.
Immediately, a suffocating sensation like drowning overwhelmed Du Ruoxin.
Ah—
Pfft—
She reflexively held her breath but still choked on some water.
Someone quickly pulled her out, chattering away, but she couldn't hear them clearly.
Du Ruoxin thought she had been rescued, but the next second, she was horrified.
The person was taking off her clothes!
Ah!
Ahhhhhh!
What was he doing?!
[Help—]
[Brother, help—]
—
Clara was staying in the hospital, and the doctor monitored her fetal heartbeat every few hours.
No abnormalities.
Her anxious heart finally eased a little.
However—
After feeding her porridge that morning, Christiano had not appeared again. His indifferent attitude was colder than a cold-blooded animal.
This child...
Might not be saved, right?
But as a mother, she had to do her best to protect her child!
Besides pinning her hopes on Du Ruoxin, she also had to prepare a backup plan.
[J, I know you like Ruoxin and want to marry her.]
[If you agree to let me have this child, I can help you.]
She wasn't going to get Christiano's heart anyway, and her title as "fiancée" was a precarious one. It would be better to fulfill his wish and just be one of his lovers.
She could live a life of luxurious wealth by guarding the child for the rest of her life.
The Rothschild family's global industries were vast. As long as she gave birth to the child, she could live a life of luxury and wealth forever.
Planes, yachts, jewelry, haute couture from all over the world, private islands...
Everything!
However, after sending the message, Christiano did not reply, as if it had vanished into thin air.
Clara began to feel uneasy again.
Had he not received it?
Christiano had received it and seen it. He didn't reply simply because he had no habit of replying to anyone.
Except for Xin'er.
Three days.
He gave her three days to consider. She—
Would she refuse?
Yet, knowing she would refuse, he still made such a condition.
Even with the slightest glimmer of hope, Christiano did not want to let go.
As usual, after finishing his work, he went to bed to rest.
In a daze, a cry woke him up.
[Brother, help.]
[Brother—]
Christiano sat up abruptly, his eyes filled with a thick bloody hue.
"Xin'er!"
She was in danger!
He rolled out of bed, not even bothering to put on his clothes, got into a helicopter, and flew towards the sea.
[Rong Jingyang, where are you?]
[You bastard, you don't even call me! You don't care about me at all!]
Du Ruoxin's helpless and furious words kept echoing in Christiano's mind. He clenched his fist, "Xin'er, don't be afraid, I'm coming."