5 He had to see Chloe, safe in her bed. Even if she yelled at him, or hit him, it didn't matter, as long as she was okay. Suddenly, a memory flashed into his mind: the scene of her marrying him. She had smiled and told him: "Liam, I don't regret marrying you. I know you'll protect and cherish me, you're a man who will always stand by me." But now, remembering those words, his heart suddenly ached. Before the car had even fully stopped, he had already pushed open the door and rushed into the mansion. "Chloe..." He called out several times, but no one answered. He saw Martha frantically running out of the bedroom. < He grabbed her by the collar, his voice choked with barely suppressed rage. "Where is Mrs. Miller?" Martha was terrified, trembling as she stammered. "Mrs. Miller... Mrs. Miller went to the hospital." "What happened to her?! Tell me!" Liam could no longer suppress his anger. He kicked Martha to the ground, then turned and rushed into the bedroom. The bedroom was empty, only a glaring red stain on the bed, and long bloodstains and wet marks on the floor. The metal frame and ropes were scattered on the ground, and there was even bloody thread! He clutched his head, collapsing to the ground, crying inconsolably. He couldn't imagine how much Chloe had suffered. If she couldn't hold on, why didn't she call him? Why didn't David and Martha inform him? Countless questions choked him, but he didn't even have time to breathe now. He had to see her immediately. She and the baby couldn't be hurt! "I'll deal with you all later!" He kicked Martha again, then scrambled up and ran out, frantic. Chloe, you absolutely cannot be hurt!