"Angela, it’s just a set of jade jewelry. Did you really have to push Betty over it?"
"If you have any grievances, direct them to me. Betty and the baby in her womb are innocent."
"If anything happens to her, I swear you’ll regret it."
I silently shook my head, signaling that I hadn’t pushed Betty, but the lump in my throat made it impossible to speak. My heart felt like it was shattering into pieces.
Clyde’s eyes bore into mine, filled with fury. "I saw it with my own eyes, Angela. How could I be wrong? You went behind Betty, and she fell."
Betty tugged on Clyde’s sleeve, her voice trembling. "Clyde, let it go. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have worn Angela’s wedding dress or her jade jewelry. I shouldn’t have touched things that don’t belong to me."
"Even if I’ve never experienced luxury before, I can tell this wedding dress must be worth millions, and the jade jewelry tens of millions. Someone like me has no right to touch such extravagant things."
Clyde held Betty even tighter, his voice softening. "My dear Betty, you’ll have everything in the future. With me by your side, you don’t need to worry about anything."
He turned back to glare at me, his tone biting. "I brought her into this world. I won’t let anyone bully her just because they think their wealth gives them the right."
After Clyde finished speaking, he carried Betty out of the room.
The door was left ajar, and I overheard him commanding ten snowplows to clear the road. He even instructed his friends to drive their sports cars along the path to smooth it out.
In less than ten minutes, Clyde orchestrated a route for Betty to safely escape the nearly one-meter-thick snow.
Meanwhile, I had been stranded in the freezing cold for twelve hours, begging for his help. But he ignored me, afraid I would cling to him and disrupt his life.
Before leaving, Clyde ordered his bodyguard to take me to the hospital.
I was dragged into the car, my hands still bloody.
Inside the spacious vehicle, Clyde called the family doctor to treat my wounds. Betty was lying in the back seat, and as he looked at me, his expression softened.
For a fleeting moment, I was reminded of the time when he had agreed to marry me—his gaze then had been tender and full of affection.
After my wounds were dressed, Clyde gently took my hand and spoke in a low voice.