This day was Phoebe Hall and Wyatt Booth's first marriage anniversary. Phoebe, pregnant, arrived at the Booth Group with a lunchbox in her hand, ready to give him a surprise.
"Wyatt, what should we name our baby?" A familiar voice came from the door that was ajar.
Phoebe looked inside. Her cousin, Samantha Clinton, gently caressed her belly. She was nine months pregnant. Wyatt meanwhile, had a loving smile. "It's up to you."
Phoebe's lunchbox fell to the ground, her heart plunging along into the depths of despair.
Samantha was pregnant? She had a bigger belly than Phoebe too. It seemed that she was about to give birth.
Hearing the noise, Wyatt and Samantha turned to look at Phoebe at the same time. Their gazes were sharp and cold as knifes.
"Wyatt Booth, what do you mean?" Phoebe trembled as she held back her tears.
"Since you saw everything, there's no point in hiding it from you. Samantha's pregnant." Wyatt looked at her coldly. "Phoebe, I never wanted to marry you anyway."
Phoebe had a one-night-stand with Wyatt after being drugged on Samantha's birthday party a year ago. It was a terribly big scandal across the city.
Things got worse when Hall Group was swamped in crises. Phoebe's father entered jail, and her mother had a bunch of debts piling from failed investments. Phoebe was about to lose all hope when Master Booth had saved her. He also pressured Wyatt, and they married just like that.
Phoebe had loved Wyatt for twelve years. She had always thought Wyatt would open up to her if she loved him with all her heart. It turned out that she was the third wheel in Wyatt and Samantha's relationship.
Her tears flowed uncontrollably, and all she wanted was to run away from this disgusting place.
Samantha stood up all of a sudden, saying, "Phoebe, I'm sorry. Please forgive us. But the two of us are truly in love!"
"Samantha, you don't have to apologize. This has nothing to do with you." Wyatt turned gentle when he spoke to her.
Phoebe was devastated at the comparison. "Wyatt Booth, what about me and our twins? What are we to you?"
"The two b*stards in your belly have nothing to do with me!" Wyatt's face darkened.
"Phoebe, Wyatt didn't mean that..." Samantha frowned and grabbed Phoebe's arm to explain, "My baby was just an accident..."
"Enough!" Phoebe shook off her arm. Samantha was one brilliant actress indeed.
However, Samantha fell backward after Phoebe shook her off, slamming herself against the floor.
Phoebe was stunned. She did not even push Samantha that hard.
"Ah... My baby..." Samantha screamed in pain.
Wyatt immediately rushed to Samantha, lifting her up in his arms. "Phoebe, if anything happens to Samantha's baby, I'll kill you!" After that, he ran out with Samantha, never looking back.
His gaze was icy cold, having no ounce of love toward Phoebe. He never ever cared about her twin babies either...
Phoebe held back her tears as she chuckled in irony, feeling like an utter joke.
She felt pain surging at her belly. She stood rooted to the ground, looking sickly pale.
It hurt. It hurt so much...
The door behind her suddenly opened, and Wyatt's assistant came in. Seeing blood trickling down Phoebe's legs, he gasped, "Madam, you... you're bleeding!"
......
Phoebe had just given birth to two babies in the operating theater, drowned in sweat and exhaustion. She seemed to hear a woman talking in her hazy mind.
"The child... heart disease..."
"Deserve it... Don't leave any trace..."
Her child... What's wrong with her child?
Phoebe wanted to get out of bed and take a look, but she did not have any strength at all.
On the other side, Samantha was pushed out of the delivery room by the doctor.
"Congratulations on your baby, Mr. Booth. It's a girl. The baby will have to stay in the incubator for a few more days due to premature birth," the doctor said with a smile.
Before Wyatt could rejoice, he heard the fire alarm blaring in the hospital.
"Oh no, there's a fire in the operating room! We have to evacuate now!" A nurse staggered out to inform them.
Hearing this, Wyatt suddenly thought of Phoebe. He grabbed the nurse's arm and asked, "Where's Phoebe?"
"Miss... Miss Hall... She was burned to death."
"Burned to death?"
Wyatt's expression froze. "What about the two babies?"
"One had congenital heart disease. It died a few seconds after it was born. The other, like Miss Hall... is gone."
The hospital was ablaze with fire, and thick smoke rose from the floor where the operating room was located. It was chaos everywhere.
