Liam's hands trembled as he carried Ava in his arms.
Her body felt too light, too still. Blood soaked through his shirt and dripped down his arm.
"Stay with me, Ava—please," his voice broke. "You're going to be fine."
Ava's fingers twitched weakly against his chest, her lips pale. "The baby…" she whispered faintly. "Save the baby…"
"Don't talk," Liam said quickly, his throat tightening. "You and the baby will be fine, just hold on."
Her eyelids fluttered once… then her body went limp.
"AVA!" he shouted, panic clawing up his chest. "Someone call an ambulance!"
Nanny Bella's voice trembled as she spoke into the phone, "Yes—yes! Ford Mansion! Please hurry—she's bleeding badly!"
Minutes felt like hours before the sound of sirens filled the air. Paramedics stormed in, shouting orders.
"Blood pressure dropping!"
"We're losing her—prepare oxygen!"
Liam followed as they rushed her into the ambulance. His shirt was crimson, his eyes wild with fear. He held her hand the entire way, whispering, "You can't leave me now, Ava… please don't."
By the time they reached the hospital, chaos had already erupted.
Reporters filled the entrance like vultures sensing blood.
"Mr. Ford! Who is the woman you brought in?"
"Is it true she's your mistress, Ava Carter?"
"Does your wife know she's pregnant with your child?"
"Move!" Liam barked, pushing through the crowd, his jaw tight.
Cameras flashed violently, blinding him. Every shout made the rage in his chest burn hotter. Mistress. Pregnant. Affair. The words stuck to him like poison.
Inside, nurses rushed Ava down the hall on a stretcher. Liam tried to follow, but a doctor stopped him at the door.
"You can't go in, sir. We'll do everything we can."
He stood frozen outside the emergency room — blood on his hands, the metallic scent filling his lungs.
He looked down at his palms, still stained with her blood, and for the first time in years, Liam Ford's knees nearly buckled.
Then a voice cut through the hallway like thunder.
"You filthy bastard!"
Liam turned just in time to catch a hard punch across his face. He stumbled back, slamming into the wall, dazed.
Before he could recover, the man grabbed his collar. His face was weathered but furious, eyes filled with years of hate and pain.
It took Liam a moment to recognize him.
Then his heart stopped.
"Mr. Carter?"
Ava's father. The man who disappeared after he retired a year ago but still handling his company since his daughter didn't want too.
"How dare you touch my daughter!" Mr. Carter roared. "You destroyed her! How could you be careless!"
Liam didn't fight back. Blood trickled from his lip, but he didn't move. He deserved it.
"I didn't mean for this to happen," he said quietly, his voice cracking. "She fell—"
"Because of you!" Mr. Carter shouted again, his voice echoing down the corridor.
The commotion drew attention. Two women stepped in — one young, with wide, tear-streaked eyes: Clara, Ava's little sister. The other, elegant and cold, was Mrs. Carter, her stepmother.
Clara ran forward, crying. "Where is she? Where's my sister?!"
"She's in surgery," Liam said, his voice hollow. "They're trying to stabilize her and the baby."
Mrs. Carter's lips curled into a bitter smile. "What a tragedy. The Carter heir, lying unconscious and pregnant with a scandal."
"Watch your mouth!" Mr. Carter snapped. "That's your husband's daughter!"
"She's never been mine," Mrs. Carter said sharply. "Ava has always been trouble — running away, ruining our family name, now caught in an affair with a married man? She's our shame, not our heir."
Clara flinched. "Stop it! She's dying!"
Her words cracked the air like glass. The hallway went silent except for the faint, rhythmic beeping from the room beyond the door.
Liam's eyes were red. "She's not dying," he said, voice low and trembling. "She's strong. She'll wake up."
But when the doctor finally came out, his expression said otherwise.
"She's stable for now," he said carefully, "but she's fallen into a coma. We don't know when she'll wake up."
Clara's knees gave out, and Mr. Carter caught her. Mrs. Carter gasped, one hand covering her lips not from sorrow, but shock.
Liam stood frozen, his entire world crashing.
The doctor continued softly, "The babies… survived. But both need close monitoring."
Liam's vision blurred. He pressed his bloodstained hands to his face, his body shaking.
"This is all my fault," he whispered.
Mr. Carter turned toward him, fury returning full force. "You're damn right it is. You ruined my daughter's life. You took advantage of her"
Liam didn't respond. He couldn't.
Behind the glass window, Ava lay motionless — pale, fragile, surrounded by tubes and wires. Her chest rose and fell slowly, like she was fighting just to exist.
Clara pressed her small hand against the glass. "Please wake up, sis," she whispered. "You promised we'd see the ocean together."
Later that night, the news exploded.
"Billionaire Liam Ford's mistress hospitalized after tragic fall."
"Ava Carter — heir of the Carter family — caught in affair scandal."
"Ford mansion drama: Wife, mistress, and unborn child in chaos."
The internet devoured every photo. Every rumor. Every lie.
And in the middle of it all, Yvonne watched the reports from the comfort of her suite, sipping wine.
A small smile curved her lips as she whispered to herself, "Perfect timing, Ava. You always did know how to fall at the right moment."
Her reflection in the dark window smirked back.
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Meanwhile, Liam sat beside Ava's hospital bed long after midnight.
Machines beeped softly. The rain outside never stopped.
He reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her cold fingers. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "You didn't deserve any of this. I swear I'll fix it… just please, come back to me."
No answer. Just the quiet hum of the ventilator.
And somewhere deep inside the sleeping woman, Ava's heart still beat faint, but steady.
A promise.
A fight not yet over.
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Oouuu this is hot 🔥,one more chapter then drama,stay tuned
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