Chapter 611
I exclaimed, “Mom!”
Just then, Melanie yelled, “She’s just faking it! That old hag! Serves her right!”
I crawled over, grabbed Grace, and shook her. “Mom… wake up. Don’t scare me! Mom…”
No matter how many times I called her, she wouldn’t open her eyes. I shouted to the people inside, “Call an ambulance! Quickly! Mom, wake up! Don’t scare me! I’ll take you to the hospital…”
I was frantic. I couldn’t bear the thought of her dying like this. I reached out to check, and her breath was faint.
Matthew stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at his mother. She was lying on the ground, unresponsive.
Meanwhile, Grace’s forehead continued to bleed. Despite the chaos, I couldn’t care less about my own appearance.
I searched for my bag, panicking. The bewildered bodyguard finally reacted, helping me support Grace.
Finally, I took out my phone and called Atlas.
As soon as he answered, I cried uncontrollably. “Atlas, please help me find a doctor. Grace might not make it! Get the best doctor!” I shouted incoherently.
While comforting me, he asked a few questions and gave me instructions before hanging up.
I turned back to Grace. “Mom, wake up! We promised to go home together. I made breakfast for you!”
I couldn’t help but shed tears. No matter what, when I was recovering after giving birth, she took care of me.
“You have to wake up. I have so much to tell you. You can’t leave like this!”
When the ambulance arrived, they used a stretcher to carry her down. I followed, jumping into the ambulance, just like she was my own mother. I didn’t even glance at Matthew.
I saw him pacing around before hopping into his car and tailing the ambulance.
At the hospital, I followed the stretcher to the emergency room.
Atlas was already waiting there. When he saw my blood-stained forehead, he seemed unsettled, his usually commanding face darkening.
He pulled me over, growling, “What happened?”
The bodyguard quickly briefed Atlas on the situation.
He promptly called a surgeon to attend to my wound. Throughout the process, his eyes were red with worry, tightly gripping my hand.
After the bandaging was done, he settled me in a waiting chair. He marched toward Matthew without saying anything and landed two solid punches. The neighbors stepped in and pulled Atlas away.
I sat in a daze, waiting for news from inside, but there was none.
My family, Lauren, and Ivanna rushed over. My mom had also brought Ava, fearing the worst.
After over two hours, the doctor finally came out. I rushed to the door and said, “Doctor…”
The doctor looked at Atlas, shaking his head weakly. “Please accept our condolences. We did our best.”
My regrets could never be undone.
“Mom, how could you leave like this?!” I wailed, unable to accept reality. “You said you would come home with me.”
I cried so hard I could not breathe, while Ava was crying inconsolably.
It wasn’t until this moment that
Matthew seemed to react to what had happened. He let out a heartbreaking cry. However, this cry brought me back to my senses I turned to look, seeing him kneeling on the ground.
Standing numbly beside him was Melanie, staring blankly at Matthew’s actions.
I suddenly made a surprising decision, signaling a neighbor to come over. I told him, “Please call all the neighbors at the scene!”
He looked at me in surprise, not understanding what I meant.
I said calmly but firmly, “I’m calling the cops.”