novelraw Chapter 1115: The Child Is Yours; From This Day, We Will Never Meet Again
Chapter 1115: The Child Is Yours; From This Day, We Will Never Meet Again
Pearl Landon was frightened by Richard Shaw’s gaze, slumping to the ground, her face pale, her body and spirit suffering a dual blow, she cried out sharply: "You can’t kill me, you can’t kill me."
Richard Shaw lifted his foot, planting it on Pearl Landon’s unnaturally twisted wrist, his eyes cold. He pressed down with his toes, and Pearl Landon shrieked, her eyes rolling back, fainting from the pain.
"Major General, someone like this isn’t worth your effort." Eamon Turner noticed Richard Shaw’s unusual expression and quickly advised, "Madam is still in danger. It’s not too late to deal with it after she wakes up."
Upon hearing Eamon Turner mention Crystal Landon, Richard Shaw regained some of his rationality. Looking at the fainted Pearl Landon, a fierce look flashed in his eyes; the Landon family deserved to perish.
He recalled Pearl Landon revealing Crystal Landon’s parentage first, and then Luna Lawrence provoking her, causing his anger to blaze as he asked in a deep voice: "Where is Luna Lawrence?"
After sending the photos and messages, Luna Lawrence saw Richard Shaw leaving coldly and felt despair. She endured the pain, casually bandaged her wound, changed clothes, and headed to the hospital, but was intercepted halfway by Swagger and his people.
Seeing his menacing arrival, Luna Lawrence’s face turned unpleasant, and she sneered coldly: "What happened? Did Crystal Landon die giving birth?"
After all, she had nothing left. If she had to return to the mountains to be beaten and cursed day and night, sold off to a fool as a wife, she’d rather perish with Crystal Landon in the Imperial City.
"The Major General wants to see you." Swagger said with a steel face, directly yanking Luna Lawrence out of the taxi. Noticing her bandaged wrist, without a word he tore off her bandage and gauze, and seeing her eyes red with pain, he repressed his anger and coldly remarked: "Just because you cut a wound, you feel pain? How the Major General has treated you over the years! How can you be so venomous, repaying kindness with vengeance, wishing harm upon Madam."
Swagger shoved her into the Military District car, ordered the driver, heading straight to the hospital.
Luna Lawrence was unceremoniously pushed into the car, tumbling onto the seat, her wrist wound bursting open, blood dripping on the car, yet she didn’t feel the pain remotely, sneering and saying: "Seems Crystal Landon had a difficult birthing; otherwise you’d directly execute me on sight."
Seeing her unrepentant demeanor, Swagger recalled his camaraderie with Callix Lawrence from the past, and sighed; he hadn’t expected Callix Lawrence, so upright and honest, to have parents and a sister who were ingrates, but fortunately, the Major General was now decisive, no longer tolerating Luna Lawrence’s antics; otherwise, who knows what trouble she would cause.
Luna Lawrence reached the hospital, confronted Richard Shaw, then looked over at the fainted, neglected Pearl Landon, her face turning somewhat pale.
The man stood outside the operating room, wearing a ruthless expression she’d never seen before and coldly said: "Don’t you enjoy cutting your wrist? Now you can cut to your heart’s content; don’t stop until Crystal Landon comes out."
Luna Lawrence, under the man’s sinister gaze, felt her legs give way, falling to the ground, drenched in despair. He was intent on driving her to death, wanting her life in exchange for Crystal Landon’s.
Richard Shaw was truly mad.
"What use is it to drive me to death? Are you going to drive the entire Landon family and everyone who knows her parentage to death?" Luna Lawrence shouted hoarsely, "Pearl Landon already told me, she was the offspring of a corrupt official, her background even inferior to mine."
Richard Shaw reached out and seized her chin, with a deft twist, dislocating it, rendering her speechless.
The man’s eyes were glowering as he said: "Since you’re reluctant to live, I’ll fulfill your wish."
Richard Shaw glanced at Eamon Turner, who hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Luna Lawrence’s injured arm, pulling her aside, and tore the dagger from his leg, tossing it to the ground, coldly saying: "Until Madam and her baby are safe, either you cut your flesh to repay the debt or bleed to death. Madam lives, you live; Madam dies, you die."
Luna Lawrence cried out in terror, struggling, "I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die", Eamon Turner covered her mouth, dragging her away.
The seasoned soldiers who had braved life-and-death watched her coldly, they followed the Major General to defend the nation, shedding blood and tears, yet she was conspiring in the rear to harm the Major General’s wife and child. Were they protecting such ungrateful people?
The oppressive smell of blood and tension filled the space outside the operating room. Inside, Crystal Landon received anesthesia, watching doctors and nurses moving about, her gaze somewhat unfocused. Doctors were speaking loudly beside her, but she heard nothing, her body felt light, as if soaring over mountains and seas, traversing seventeen absurd years, returning to her childhood, a garden blooming with flowers, the crisp sound of a wind chime, chasing the sound she ran and fell, a woman’s gentle voice with laughter sounded: "Leah, slow down."
She finally recalled her mother’s voice.
Leah lay on the operating table, hearing the clear cry of a baby, tears streaming down her face. So she was Leah, not Crystal Landon; Griffith Squire was right.
These seventeen years were indeed sorrowful.
"Madam, it’s a boy." The nurse brought the child to her, joyfully announcing.
Leah lay on the operating table, looking at the tiny baby born through hardship, reaching to touch the baby’s small hand, tears flowed unchecked.
The operating room light dimmed, the man waiting outside walked in hurriedly, not glancing at the newborn, walked to her side, leaned down, and asked gravely: "Crystal Landon, are you alright?"
Perhaps the anesthetic wore off; merely hearing his voice made her body ache, rendering her immobile.
She struggled to open her eyes, seeing his familiar yet unfamiliar features, cool and distant, handsome and stern. He was the youngest and most promising Army Major General in the Imperial City, not yet thirty, with boundless prospects, forced to marry her, a corrupt official’s daughter, no wonder he avoided her since childhood, no wonder in two years of marriage, his days at home were few, never a soft word.
She closed her eyes, every bit of strength leaving her, desolately saying: "The child is yours, after this, life and death shall never intersect again."
From now on, Crystal Landon ceased to exist, only Leah Squire with vengeance as vast as the sea. She and he, forever strangers.
Richard Shaw’s handsome and stern face suddenly froze, seeing her bloodless face, his fingers clenched tight, veins protruding with her eyes filled with profound hatred, blood turning to ice. She knew now, knew her own parentage, knew her parents perished because of the Shaw Family.
A metallic taste rose from his throat, his complexion turning ashen. He reached to touch her small face; though he could still feel, it was as if something was withering beneath his fingertips.
Though it was still September’s golden autumn, Richard Shaw felt as if winter had already arrived.