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The bodyguards, having rushed over upon receiving the order, pushed open the door and stepped inside. Without hesitation, they
seized Ruby, who trembled violently, and prepared to escort her to the hospital as instructed.
She struggled with all her strength, but these men were professionally trained. There was no chance of her breaking free so easily. As they dragged her toward the door, she screamed, her voice raw and desperate.
“Grayson! You said you only love Violet! But we spent so many nights together–don’t you feel anything for me at all? You told me you loved me!”
But Grayson remained unmoved. His gaze never wavered, and he gestured for the bodyguards to proceed.
Ruby fought against them the entire way to the hospital. Once inside, she cried out to the doctors and nurses for help. But this was a private hospital under the Warhol Group. Every employee knew who Grayson was. Whatever he said, they followed.
Strapped to the operating table, she could do nothing as the anesthesia coursed through her veins. Her consciousness faded.
When she awoke, a sharp, sinking pain gripped her lower abdomen the moment she moved.
Her child was gone.
Her eyes, once filled with defiance, were now empty. She stared blankly at the ceiling.
Grayson stepped into the room. After confirming with the doctor that the procedure had been completed, he approached her
bedside.
“Once you’re discharged, leave this city. I don’t want to see you again.”
Just looking at Ruby reminded him of his own betrayal. Of Violet’s suicide. The weight of it crushed him.
Ruby’s eyes flickered, the last shred of hope in her completely extinguished. The position of Mrs. Warhol was forever out of her
reach. Now, even as a mistress, she was discarded.
She let out a cold, hollow laugh. “Grayson, do you think you’re some tragic, devoted lover?”
She tilted her head, her smile cutting like a blade. “You got rid of the illegitimate child, threw out your mistress, and now you get to mourn your lost love all by yourself?”
Her mockery made Grayson’s fists clench. His knuckles turned white.
