3 The excruciating pain from the rope constricting my lower abdomen violently yanked me back to consciousness. Moments later, a maid brutally pulled me down from the metal frame. My back slammed hard against the floor, as if my bones would shatter. The rope binding my abdomen dug into my flesh, intensifying the contraction pain. The more I curled up, the tighter the rope bit, as if it was crushing my internal organs. Just then, a tearing, plummeting pain suddenly erupted from below. My hand trembled as I beckoned Martha. "Quick, I'm really giving birth..." Jenny, a maid who had just entered, suddenly gasped and screamed. "Martha, the baby... the baby's crowning! Get her to the hospital, fast!" Martha's face went white, but she just spun around in confusion. I stared at her, weak and in pain all over. "Please! Any later and the baby will be gone!" She suddenly raised her hand, her eyes cold. "Get a needle and thread. First, sew up her lower body." "No!" Jenny rushed to the bed, spreading her arms to protect me. "Mrs. Miller and the baby will die! You'll have to step over me first if you want to sew her!" "Do you dare defy Mr. Miller's orders?" Martha scolded sharply. "But there's so much blood!" Jenny cried, her voice choked. "Martha, how can you be so cruel?" "If we upset Mr. Miller and Miss Serena, we won't even be able to save our own lives!" "Tie her up! Don't let her interfere!" Two maids rushed forward, dragging Jenny towards the metal frame. Tape was slapped over her mouth. Her eyes bloodshot, she struggled desperately. The metal frame was knocked to the ground, hitting her back hard. She curled up on the floor, her body convulsing violently, and remained motionless for a long time. Enduring the pain in my lower abdomen, I screamed, my eyes red. "Let her go! You monsters! I hope you all rot in hell!" The next second, tape was sealed tightly over my mouth. Martha took the needle and thread, lifted my dress, and plunged the long needle into the flesh of my lower body. Excruciating pain instantly spread through my entire body, like a sharp knife carving into my flesh. I shook my head wildly, tears mixing with cold sweat. The maids held down my hands and feet tightly, making it impossible for me to move even an inch. "Mrs. Miller, it's a cosmetic stitch, won't leave a scar." Martha's face was expressionless, her needle still pushing deeper. "No anesthetic is better for you. Childbirth is much worse than this, anyway. You'll get through it. We'll send you to the hospital once Mr. Miller returns." I looked at these inhumane people, closed my eyes, and gave up struggling. Just then, the door was violently thrown open. "What are you doing?! Stop it!" Liam's sister, Sarah,'s stern voice echoed from outside the door. The air in the room instantly froze. The maids hurriedly released me, all lowering their heads in unison. Martha stood frozen, her face pale, her hands stained with blood, smearing her uniform. Liam and Sarah had grown up together, their parents having passed away when they were young. Liam's success today was half due to her efforts. In the Miller family, her word carried more weight than Liam's. Sarah's gaze swept over the purple bruises on my abdomen, the blood-soaked bed, and the half-finished, bloody stitches in my lower body. Through the fresh blood, a glimpse of the baby's hair was visible. She stumbled, clutching the doorframe, her voice trembling. "Who gave you the audacity?! How could you be so wicked?!" "It... it was Mr. Miller who said we had to wait for him to return..." Before Martha could finish, Sarah raised her hand and slapped her twice, hard, drawing blood from the corner of her mouth. "That wretched woman again! She's behind this!" Sarah was trembling with rage. "I don't have a cold-blooded brother like him! And the Miller family certainly doesn't have an animal who hurts his wife and child!" "She's Mrs. Miller! How dare you treat her like this! If anything happens to her and the baby, I swear I'll make you pay a hundred times over! You'll rot in jail! Get her to the hospital, now!" The maids scrambled to untie the ropes from my body. The moment the ropes loosened, I felt a sudden relief in my abdomen. Immediately, more blood gushed down my thighs, and the excruciating pain below remained. Sarah rushed over, crouching beside my bed, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "Chloe, I'm so sorry I'm late. You've suffered so much. You have to hold on! Please, don't give up!" I looked at her red-rimmed eyes, wanting to reach up and wipe her tears away, but then my vision suddenly went black. In a daze, I felt myself enveloped in a warm embrace, carrying a faint, clean scent. Sarah's tearful voice whispered in my ear. "Chloe, look at me. Don't sleep. I'm taking you to the hospital right away!" I wanted to respond, but no words would come out of my throat. I only heard a maid's sudden scream nearby. "Blood! So much blood! The baby... I think I saw the baby's head moving!" Sarah suddenly looked up, pointing her blood-stained right hand at Martha, roaring. "What are you waiting for?! Call an ambulance! Quickly!"