Chapter 121

"Mr. King!" Nicole Capra rushed into the hospital room, her face deathly pale. "Candy... she's trying to kill herself with a fruit knife!"

Vincent King's pupils constricted violently. He shoved Susan Thompson aside and sprinted toward Candy Wilson's room.

Susan stared at Nicole's deceitful face, nausea churning in her stomach. This woman was like a persistent shadow, always appearing at the worst possible moments.

She tried to slip away, but Roger Davis blocked her path like an immovable wall. Bodyguards seized her without explanation, dragging her roughly toward Candy's room.

Candy lay on the hospital bed, her complexion ashen and eyes hollow. Blood trickled from her bitten lips.

The consequences of that reckless night had come too soon. She'd thought herself safe—no protection during her supposed infertile period—yet somehow gotten pregnant. What was meant to be a scheme against Susan had backfired, costing her the ability to ever bear children.

"Let me die..." Candy suddenly tore out her IV tube, staggering toward the window.

Vincent burst in and caught her, his voice trembling. "Candy, don't do this!"

"I'm ruined..." she wailed hysterically. "I can never give you children! Vincent, just let me go!"

He crushed her against his chest, knuckles whitening. "Don't say that. I need you alive. Always."

"But I—"

"We'll get married." His declaration brooked no argument. "Next month."

Candy froze, tears spilling as she looked up. "Really?"

"The only woman who will ever be Mrs. King is Candy Wilson." He gently wiped her cheeks. "And I'll make whoever hurt you pay."

After Candy fell asleep, Vincent stormed out with a face like thunder.

Susan was pinned against the wall by bodyguards, helpless. Vincent approached slowly, his dress shoes clicking like a death knell.

"You killed my child." He gripped her chin. "Your bastard may be dead, but its grave remains."

Nicole interjected smoothly, "Mr. King, I know where that bastard is buried."

Susan's blood turned to ice. "Don't you dare!"

Vincent shoved her aside and followed Nicole without a backward glance.

Susan fought desperately. By the time she broke free and reached the parking garage, only taillights remained. She flagged a taxi with shaking hands, nails digging bloody crescents into her palms.

At the cemetery, Vincent's men had already desecrated two graves. Daniel's bloodstained clothes and Bella Quinn's boots were trampled underfoot, coffin planks scattered like trash.

"Stop!" Susan threw herself over the tiny bloodied garment, unleashing a wounded animal's cry. Her tears splashed against the cold headstone.

She couldn't protect them in life. Now even their rest was violated. This all-consuming hatred would one day demand payment in blood.