Chapter 368

At the hospital.

"I refuse to terminate this pregnancy. No one touches my baby. I'll fight anyone who tries!" Olivia shielded her stomach protectively.

She backed away like a cornered animal, putting distance between herself and the approaching white-coated doctors.

"My apologies, Ms. Kensington. We must follow Preston Worthington Jr.'s orders," the lead physician said coldly.

This wasn't his first forced abortion. He'd performed many for the reckless Worthington heir. Olivia wouldn't be the last.

"Show yourself, Preston Worthington! You coward!" Olivia screamed hysterically.

Strong hands pinned her limbs to the bed.

The door swung open. Preston entered with a haughty beauty clinging to his arm.

The woman's narrowed eyes regarded Olivia like something unpleasant stuck to her shoe.

Olivia's stomach churned. Her child's life hung in the balance while its father paraded his mistress.

"I've never begged anyone before," Olivia choked out. "Please let me keep this baby. He'll never know you're his father. I'll disappear forever—just let me—"

The woman cut her off with a cruel laugh. "Know your place! Preston's marrying me next month. Did you really think I'd allow some bastard to threaten my future?"

She flung a crimson wedding invitation at Olivia's face.

The gilded names burned Olivia's vision: Preston Worthington Jr. & Cecilia Worthington.

Tears fell freely now. "Ms. Worthington, I swear I won't interfere. This child is all I'll ever have—"

"Spare me your sob story!" Cecilia sneered. "You're just another gold-digger trying to trap him with a baby. Did you enjoy spreading your legs for my fiancé? Well, you won't be keeping the souvenir!"

Olivia turned desperate eyes to Preston. "This is your child too! Have you no heart?"

She collapsed to her knees, forehead striking the cold floor until blood bloomed. "Please...just let me—"

Preston watched her grovel with disgust. "That mistake shouldn't exist. Only my wife bears my heirs."

"You forced yourself on me!" Olivia shrieked. "Now you'd murder your own blood?"

"Remove it," Preston ordered the doctors.

As they dragged her toward surgery, Olivia's screams turned feral. "If you kill my baby, I'll take my life right here! Their blood will be on your hands!"

"Die then," Preston shrugged, turning away.

Olivia's laughter turned manic. She snatched a scalpel. "Remember this moment, Preston Worthington! When you kneel before me someday, I'll return this pain a thousandfold!"

The blade flashed downward.

Crimson petals bloomed across her abdomen.

For one fleeting second, Preston paled. Then he walked away without looking back.

He couldn't know that soon, her curse would come to pass.

At T Corporation, Evelyn headed to lunch with Abigail when Olivia's call came.

Evelyn barely said hello before Olivia's broken sobs filled her ear.

Her blood ran cold. "Olivia? What's wrong? Where are you?"

"I'm dying, Evelyn..." Olivia wept incoherently.

Evelyn sprinted from the building. "Is it the baby? Tell me where you are!"

Between sobs, Olivia gasped out a location.

Evelyn kept the line open as she hailed a cab. Her knuckles whitened around the phone. Whatever had happened, she knew one thing—Preston Worthington would pay.