Lucy's POV:
In the dimly lit room, the stale air circulated the room, now mixed with the choking smell of tobacco.
I knew that smoking wasn't good for the baby, but it was also my only escape from this hell.
Richard had confined me to this room twenty-four-seven. No one was allowed to even get close to this room, other than the person who would bring food to me daily.
Several guards stood watch by the door at all times, all of whom were Richard's trusted men. I couldn't even make it to the door before a guard would bark at me to stay in the room.
It seemed that Richard was really pissed off with me this time. In the past, no matter how I provoked him, he would simply turn a blind eye to it. Even after knowing what happened between me and Kyle, he just called a few ordinary guards to keep a close watch on me.
I couldn't help but touch my slightly bulging belly, feeling restless.
Over the past few days, Richard had been making sure I was in good health by making me take all kinds of tonics and medicines. Despite this facade of kindness, I knew that I was doomed.
But I didn't want to accept my fate. For the sake of my unborn child, I had to fight to live.
Staring at the food on the table, a lightbulb went on in my head.
The sun was shining outside, but inside the room, it was freezing cold.
I flung my thick coat to the side and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower. It wasn't until I was shivering that I sat down at the table. Then I picked up a fork to eat a few mouthfuls of food.
I suddenly threw the fork on the table with a bang and I staggered to the door, trembling all over. Knocking weakly at the door, I cried urgently. "Help! Somebody, anybody! My stomach hurts. Call the doctor!"
A guard soon came in and inquired about my condition.
My face a deathly pale, I held my belly with both hands, teeth chattering in my mouth. "My belly hurts badly. Call the doctor please!"
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