7
Phoebe was brought before me in the same room again. She no longer had her previous arrogance, looking utterly defeated.
Her child had been cruelly taken from her, and she would never conceive again. Upon seeing me, she bristled with anger.
“Why do you get to be with Gideon, while I’m stuck with a coward like Jackson?”
Her words didn’t affect me. I simply asked what I needed to know, “Was it you who kept interfering, preventing me from seeing Jackson?” “Did you instruct your friends to oppress me and my siblings?”
Phoebe laughed indifferently, “Yes, so what? I never imagined you’d actually manage to get close to Gideon.” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but smirk, “Gideon told me that after your divorce, you tried to seduce him by lying nude in his bed.”
Phoebe’s face twisted with jealousy, “Gideon and I were married for five years. Even after the divorce, we had feelings from the past.” “You’re just a mistress, a whore.”
After venting, Phoebe suddenly recalled the grim fate of those bodyguards who acted. She involuntarily said, “I didn’t kill your child; Jackson did. If you want revenge, go after him, not me.”
I didn’t respond to Phoebe but had someone bring Jackson from another room.
When Jackson entered, his face was dark, filled with disbelief and fury as he looked at Phoebe.
“Jackson, did you hear what Phoebe said?” “If not, I can have the video replayed for you.” Jackson’s face twisted in anger, “Phoebe, I’ve been nothing but compliant with you all these years.” “Whatever you wanted, I delivered it eagerly”
“If you look down on me, why did you agree when I proposed?”
Phoebe quickly shook her head, “No, Jackson, I was lying to her. Everything I said was true.” Jackson roared, “Phoebe, stop lying to me. I won’t be fooled again.”
As he spoke, Jackson moved closer to Phoebe. By the time Phoebe realized it, Jackson had already kicked her to the ground.
Her already injured abdomen suffered another blow, and she curled up on the floor, breaking into a cold sweat.
“Jackson, I’m not lying. If I was, why would I be pregnant with your child?” Jackson didn’t respond but continued to punch and kick Phoebe.
I sat on the chair, watching them exchange harsh words, watching Jackson’s one–sided assault on Phoebe. If Phoebe hadn’t added fuel to the fire, maybe my child could have been saved.
I hated them, but I knew this punishment was far from enough.
