"Doctor, please, you must save my baby..." Mo Wanxi lay on the cold operating table, pleading desperately with the surgeon preparing for the procedure.

The white sheets beneath her were stained a shocking crimson with blood, a sight that was truly horrifying.

Having lost too much blood, her face was alarmingly pale, yet she clung to a sliver of strength, determined to protect the child in her womb.

Her baby... could it really be lost?

No, it couldn't be!

Her child would surely be born safely and grow up healthy...

As the anesthetic coursed through her veins, her eyelids grew heavier, and her consciousness began to blur.

In that moment, scenes from her recent time in prison flashed through her mind like a movie reel.

"Mo Li, I'm sorry, truly sorry, I had no choice..."

"But rest assured, I will find a way to get you out!"

"Please believe me, just give me some time..."

Through the glass partition, she held the receiver, her eyes filled with guilt as she made these promises to the man across from her.

But the man, as if hearing some joke, chuckled softly at first, then suddenly looked up, his icy cold eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that was chilling.

"Mo Wanxi, stop with the act! Do you really think I, Fu Mo Li, am so easily fooled?"

"It was you who pointed me out in court, and it was you and your father who sent me here. And now you’re saying you’ll find a way to get me out?" His voice was icy, each word dripping with venom.

"Do you have any idea how sickening it is to see you putting on this act of remorse?" His eyes, cold and unyielding, burned with a hatred so intense it seemed to consume the air around them.

He paused, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his emotions. "From this day forward, I, Fu Moli, sever all ties with you, Mo Wanxi. We are enemies, and I will never forgive you."

His words, cruel and unrelenting, cut through her like a knife. Her heart ached as if it had been torn apart.

"Moli, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…" Her voice trembled as she clutched the phone receiver, tears streaming down her face. But beyond those words, she was at a loss. What else could she say?

Fu Moli had been her boyfriend, the son of her family’s chauffeur. Her half-brother, Mo Jingyang, had hit someone with his car and fled the scene. To protect Jingyang, her father, Mo Peng, the powerful governor of Qingzhou, had wanted Fu Moli to take the fall.

Mo Peng, with his immense influence, had Fu Moli arrested immediately and pressured him to confess. But Fu Moli, defiant and unyielding, refused to admit to a crime he didn’t commit.

In desperation, Mo Peng had held a knife to the neck of Fu Moli’s mother, who lay in a vegetative state, threatening her to testify against her own son in court. To save her mother, she had no choice but to agree to Mo Peng’s demands.

She had hoped that even with her false testimony, the lack of evidence would set Fu Moli free. But Mo Peng’s power was absolute, and he twisted the truth until black became white. In the end, Fu Moli was convicted and sent to prison.

Now, standing there, her heart shattered, she could only repeat her apologies, knowing they would never be enough.

Therefore, she didn’t blame Fu Moli for hating her—because she was the one who had destroyed him.

“Mo Wanxi, I hate you! I’ll never forgive you!”

She stared into his eyes, once filled with love, now only burning with anger and resolve. Her heart ached so intensely that it felt like she couldn’t breathe.

The pain reached its peak when she saw Fu Moli pull a small notebook from the pocket of his prison uniform.

Every page of that notebook was filled with portraits she had secretly drawn of him.

It was the birthday gift she had given him, and it had been his most treasured possession.

Right in front of her, he tore each page into shreds, scattering the pieces into the air like confetti.

“Mo Wanxi, don’t ever let me see you again. Get as far away from me as you can!”

With those cold words, he turned and walked away without looking back.

She watched as his every step crushed the torn pieces of paper beneath his feet, each step feeling like a stab to her heart.

“Fu Moli…”

She cried out, desperate to tell him that she was pregnant—that she was carrying his child…

But in the end, she never got the chance to share the news…

Overwhelmed by emotion, she suddenly felt a sharp, wrenching pain in her abdomen. Instinctively, she looked down and saw that her pants were already soaked with blood…

“Miss Mo…”

Suddenly, a gentle voice broke through her thoughts, snapping Mo Wanxi back to reality.

She turned to see the doctor standing beside her, his expression calm yet professional. "Doctor, please save my baby!" she pleaded, her voice trembling with urgency.

"Miss Mo, the fetus is stable now," the doctor reassured her, his tone steady. "What you need most is to rest and recover."

At his words, Mo Wanxi's eyes welled up with tears. She placed a trembling hand over her abdomen, feeling the faint but steady rhythm of life within her. A fierce determination burned in her heart—she would do everything in her power to bring this child into the world and raise them with all the love and care they deserved.