Too Late to Love Her Right

Chapter 9 Being Strong for Her Child

　　Fiona was fuming, but there was nothing she could do. She slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

　　Carlos had clearly anticipated her trying to run and actually arranged people to keep an eye on her!

　　Feeling completely out of options, Fiona clenched her fists and changed tactics, pulling out her phone and calling Debbie.

　　"Debbie, I need to see you. Right now. No waiting."

　　It didn't take long before Debbie showed up at the hospital room.

　　With a loud thud, she shut the door behind her, cutting off any prying eyes. Fiona got straight to the point.

　　"I'm leaving."

　　A flicker of surprise passed through Debbie's eyes, quickly replaced by a mocking sneer. "Leave? Why? You're already playing my stand-in, might as well go all in and have a kid for me too, right?"

　　Fiona let out a cold laugh. "Debbie, cut the crap. You seriously think you can keep me here? Aren't you worried I might end up fighting you for him just because of the baby? Can you really say for sure Carlos won't fall for me?"

　　That hit a nerve. Debbie's face turned dark, but she quickly forced a smile back on.

　　"Come on, sis, you're such a kind person. A man who loved you literally died for you. If you go and fall for someone else, doesn't that weigh on your conscience at all?"

　　She grabbed Fiona's hand and pressed it to her chest, giggling softly. "Feel that? His heart's still beating right here. Are you really okay with hurting him all over again? I don't care about anything else in this world, just Carlos. If you take him from me, what's the point of me being alive anyway? Tell me, sis-if I take him with me to the grave, can you still live in peace with him after that?"

　　Fiona's palm felt like it was burning. She stared at the spot over Debbie's heart, and a wave of overwhelming pain crashed against her chest.

　　But after a few moments, she forced herself to look away, gathering her thoughts.

　　"Debbie, ever heard the saying: ‘A woman may be gentle, but she turns strong as a mother'? Even if I'm drowning in guilt, I'll still fight for my kid! And let's be real-someone as scared of death as you wouldn't actually go that far. You're really betting your life on this?"

　　Sorry, Bruce. I need to be selfish this time-for the baby.

　　Debbie was furious, feeling like her chest was on fire. But Fiona's sheer determination was intimidating.

　　After thinking hard, Debbie finally gave in with clenched teeth.

　　"Fine, leave. But you're getting rid of that baby first."

　　There's no way she'd let anyone else give birth to Carlos's child. Fiona leaving pregnant? Non-negotiable. No way she'd sit back and let the baby be brought up as leverage to ruin her and Carlos down the road!

　　Fiona shook her head without hesitation. "Not gonna happen. Debbie, I'm only offering this once. Let me go today, or even if you beg me tomorrow, I won't leave."

　　"You-"

　　"Fiona, think about what you're doing!"

　　Debbie was gasping for air, her glare filled with pure hatred and unwillingness to lose.

　　"Fine. Go. But if you're caught and brought back, you're on your own."

　　'Own your consequences.' Sure.

　　Fiona had never expected anyone to clean up her messes for her.

　　Debbie then stripped off her clothes and tossed them to Fiona to change into.

　　She lay down in bed herself, popped a pill from the nightstand, and took it with a sip of water.

　　Shaking the glass smugly, she said with a grin, "Won't be long before they find me out cold from being drugged. You tricked me into drinking water spiked with sleeping pills, and used my clothes to sneak out as me. Fiona, from beginning to end, this was all your scheme. I'm the victim here."

　　Victim?

　　Yeah, right.

　　Debbie, if anyone in this world isn't a victim-it's you.