"Dominic asked me to come in and help you. How could I just leave?" Isabella said with a soft smile tugging at her lips as she looked at Emilia. "I’m really sorry, Miss Hart. I didn’t mean to cause trouble earlier. Even Dominic’s forgiven me."
Emilia stared daggers at her, her breathing starting to quicken.
The more Emilia struggled, the brighter Isabella's smirk got. She leaned in close and whispered near Emilia’s ear, "Your mom’s dead, Emilia. What else have you got to live for? But hey, no need to take the baby with you."
"You're struggling with labor like this—what if the baby turns out deformed? I’d be terrified Dominic sees how ugly it is and runs off. Better off if it just dies before it's born, right?"
"Get out!" Emilia shouted, using every bit of her strength to shov
