Chapter 595

Grace Harper's heart jolted violently.

Grief surged over her like a tidal wave, instantly drowning her.

She covered her face, turned, and ran.

Vivian Bennett panicked when she saw her cousin rush out in an emotionally distraught state.

This condition was far too dangerous.

Ignoring her own physical discomfort, Vivian hurriedly chased after her.

The elevator doors slowly closed in front of her.

Grace's figure disappeared into the narrowing gap.

Vivian gritted her teeth and turned, dashing for the stairs.

As she burst through the hotel's main entrance, a torrential downpour was raging.

Through the curtain of rain, she could see Grace's figure already running onto the footbridge.

"Cousin!"

Vivian shouted, then without hesitation, plunged into the rain.

The icy rainwater instantly soaked her through.

She chased onto the footbridge, the rain blurring her vision.

"Cousin, calm down!"

Vivian's voice was faint against the roar of the rain.

Grace, however, acted as if she hadn't heard, continuing to run forward.

Vivian felt dizzy and lightheaded.

The shocks of the evening had left her physically and mentally exhausted. Now, drenched by the rain, she could barely stand steady.

But she couldn't stop.

She had to stop her cousin.

Vivian clenched her jaw, mustering all her strength to catch up.

At the stairway of the footbridge, she finally managed to grab Grace's arm.

"Let go of me!"

Grace struggled, trying to shake her off.

"Cousin, don't..."

Before Vivian could finish her sentence, Grace gave a fierce wrench.

Both of them lost their balance simultaneously.

Instinctively, Vivian pushed Grace toward the safer side.

But she herself, propelled by the momentum, tumbled straight down the stairs.

Her body rolled heavily down the steps.

The edges of the stairs battered every inch of her bones.

Rain mixed with pain overwhelmed her consciousness.

A final dull thud.

She landed on the ground beneath the footbridge.

Rainwater washed over her body.

Vivian lay in the cold puddle, wracked with pain.

What terrified her even more was the tearing, agonizing pain in her lower abdomen.

A vague realization dawned on her.

But she didn't dare dwell on it.

Her consciousness began to fade.

Grace's panicked cries reached her ears.

"Vivian! Vivian, are you okay?"

"You... you're bleeding so much..."

Vivian struggled to open her eyes.

In the hazy glow of the streetlights, she saw a dark red stain spreading beneath her.

A strong, metallic scent of blood assaulted her nostrils.

Her heart sank like a stone.

The discomfort these past few days.

The nausea.

The drowsiness.

So that was it...

She had been pregnant.

And now...

The baby was gone.

Vivian stared blankly at the pitch-black night sky.

Rain fell on her face, indistinguishable from tears.

She felt it clearly.

That tiny life was slipping away from her body.

"No..."

She trembled, reaching a hand to rest on her abdomen.

There had been a life there.

She hadn't even had time to know of its existence.

And now it was lost forever.

"Please, no..."

Vivian cried out in despair.

"Liam..."

"Save me..."

"Save our baby..."

Her voice shattered in the storm.

Her body grew colder and colder.

Consciousness slowly sank into darkness.

Just before the last shred of awareness vanished.

She thought she heard hurried footsteps approaching from a distance.

And that familiar voice.

Calling her name.