Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

With the temporary calm, the tense atmosphere in the car finally eased a bit. Festus slowly released the accelerator, gradually reducing the speed of the car.

“What’s going on, Mare?” Festus had a hunch that this attack was related to the call Mare had just received.

Mare, with a tense face, glanced at Shelley as if to say something without speaking, not immediately answering Festus.

Festus suddenly became serious.

From Mare’s expression, it seemed the situation had something to do with Shelley. The only person from the Benoist family who would attack Vivian was Richard, but hadn’t Richard been imprisoned by Alajos?

Did Richard escape?

Festus discreetly glanced at Mare through the rearview mirror. Mare seemed to sense it and met Festus’s gaze through the mirror, answering Festus’s question with his eyes.

Indeed, Richard had escaped.

Considering his personality, if he had just escaped, he would need time to regroup and wouldn’t be able to attack Vivian immediately. It would be tantamount to seeking death.

There was only one possibility: Richard’s escape wasn’t smooth. The Bratva’s attack on Vivian was not only to kill her, but also to divert Alajos’s attention and to take Richard away.

So the Bratva had no intention of a prolonged fight. Once their car reached the main street, they stopped pursuing.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Although Vivian was still shaken, she also sensed the silent communication between the two men. She also guessed that everything was not simply a surprise attack by the Bratva. It was likely related to the Benoist family.

A piercing sound of a mobile phone startled Vivian, who was lost in thought, nearly causing her to scream.

Mare reassured her, “It’s the boss.”

“Okay, yes, everything is fine,” Mare answered calmly.

Luzia asked nervously, “What’s going on?”

Mare replied, “Alajos asked you both to go to the apartment first. He’s on his way back.”

Shelley exclaimed beside them, startling Festus, causing the steering wheel to slip, and the red sports car swerved in the traffic, narrowly missing the adjacent vehicle.

“What’s wrong?” Festus asked nervously.

Shelley, worried, said, “There was just a shootout in front of the bridal shop. Is Nirupama okay?”

It seemed that Shelley hadn’t noticed the hint about Richard in their conversation.

Luzia reassured her, “Don’t worry, Nirupama runs a bridal shop on the commercial street; she naturally has her ways.”

“Moreover, the Bratva’s target is us. We’ve all fled, and they wouldn’t dare linger in the city center; it would cause too much trouble with the FBI.”

Amid their conversation, Vivian gradually relaxed, but her abdominal pain intensified. Was the baby also frightened?

Don’t be afraid, Mom is protecting you…

“Vivian?” Luzia, holding Vivian, was the first to notice that something was wrong. Vivian’s forehead was covered in layers of cold sweat, her hands tightly grasping the fabric over her swollen abdomen.

It hurts! It hurts so much!

If space permitted, Vivian felt like she would roll on the ground in pain.

“What’s wrong?” Shelley, the only one present who didn’t know Vivian was pregnant, looked confused. Restrained by the seatbelt, she leaned back to look at Vivian from the back seat, and from her angle, she could clearly see Vivian’s swollen abdomen.

Shelley widened her eyes, “She’s…”

Shelley immediately looked at Festus, her eyes showing confusion and a plea for help.

But Vivian seemed very unwell, and Festus had no time to ponder Shelley’s plea. Under his control, the red sports car swiftly overtook three cars, accelerating to a hundred and twenty miles per hour.

This speed was most keenly felt by Shelley in the front passenger seat, but the two in the backseat could more viscerally feel Vivian’s pain and wondered why Festus was driving so slowly.

“Vivian, how are you feeling?” Luzia handed Vivian a tissue to wipe her sweat and, with Mare’s help, adjusted her position to make her more comfortable.

“It hurts…” Vivian finally couldn’t help but cry out. She clutched her stomach, as if every breath and movement exacerbated the pain in her abdomen.

Luzia, hearing Vivian cry out in pain, was terrified. While comforting Vivian, she reached out to touch Vivian’s pants.

Dry, there was no blood, and no dampness.

But Vivian was in a lot of pain, and Luzia dared not relax.

“Drink some water, see if it helps,” Shelley in the front offered a bottle of water. “Is it stomach pain or lower abdominal pain?”

Vivian didn’t know either. Her internal organsand everything hurt. She was in pain all over.

Luzia took the water, unscrewed the cap, and held it to Vivian’s lips, “Can you drink some water?”

Perhaps Luzia was too frightened; her voice trembled greatly. Vivian felt uncomfortable hearing it, “I’m fine, I’m okay.”

Vivian did feel a bit parched. With Luzia’s help, she took a sip of water, moistening her dry lips. Her sweaty hands rested on her belly through the fabric, and she spoke softly to her child, “Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, everything’s fine, baby, don’t be afraid, uh…”

“Let’s go to the hospital, to the hospital,” Luzia shouted over the phone to Mare. Alajos was still in contact with Mare. Luzia knew Alajos could hear her, “She’s in too much pain, Alajos, she needs a doctor. What’s more important than Vivian and the baby?”

Upon hearing Vivian’s condition from Mare, Alajos hit the steering wheel angrily, the horn blaring sharply.

As long as Festus’s car entered the hospital, Vivian’s pregnancy could no longer be kept a secret. Not going to the hospital, would they just watch Vivian suffer? Maybe she would have a miscarriage, and she might also die.

This was not a multiple-choice question. Alajos had no alternative. Luzia was right-nothing was more important than Vivian’s life.

Through the phone, Alajos ordered Festus, “I’m sending you the address. Bring Vivian to the hospital, and be quick!”

After instructing Festus, Alajos ended the call with Mare and dialed another number.

“Hello?” A woman’s gentle and affectionate voice came through the phone, “Alajos? Is that you, dear?”

“Yes, Dr. Yoshiye, it’s me, Alajos.”

“As for Vivian’s prenatal check-up, I think we’ve discussed it thoroughly last time.” Dr. Yoshiye spoke on the phone, flipping through Vivian’s file, “And it’s not time for the check-up yet, so why are you calling me?”

“I think I will accept your advice,” Alajos said, turning to look out the window. He had to admit that Dr. Yoshiye was right.

Dr. Yoshiye was very surprised. Alajos had always given her the impression of being as domineering, stubborn, and headstrong as his father Kamden. Especially stubbornness, which was the most headache-inducing trait for the doctor.

But Dr. Yoshiye was most curious, “I’m very curious to know what changed your mind, Alajos?”

“Richard has escaped, Vivian has been attacked by the Bratva, and Vivian is in great danger now.”

Richard had betrayed Houston. This was an internal matter of Houston, and Alajos had no intention of explaining the ins and outs to outsiders. But when Alajos decided to heed Dr. Yoshiye’s advice and take Vivian to the sanatorium, Dr. Yoshiye had to know the danger Vivian was about to face.