Chapter 91

"Andrew Lucas, your schemes won't work on me!" Susan Thompson straightened her back, her eyes blazing with defiance. "I have nothing left to fear now!"

"If you're still not satisfied—" She let out a bitter laugh. "I can give you my life too!"

"Don't touch me!"

Susan violently shook off Andrew's outstretched hand. The irony struck her—how easily love could turn to disgust.

As if she was born to despise this heartless man!

The mere sight of him made her sick.

Andrew's face darkened like storm clouds. No woman had ever dared treat him this way.

"Susan, do you really think I care about your worthless life?"

Her lips curved into a radiant yet painful smile.

She realized her mistake—her life hadn't belonged to her for a long time.

That organ donation agreement had robbed her of even the dignity of a proper burial.

Andrew hated her indifferent expression most—as if nothing in this world mattered to her, not even him.

His fingers clamped around her wrist like a vise, threatening to shatter bone.

He wanted to punish this insolent woman, yet feared she might actually break in his grasp.

"Going out dressed like that?" His voice dripped with scorn. "Do you enjoy being ogled by men?"

Only then did Susan notice her disheveled state. Stumbling into the bedroom, she changed clothes with the sluggish movements of an old woman.

She dry-swallowed painkillers before rushing out without water.

Andrew watched her swaying figure, his brow furrowed. When he saw the pills, his eyes turned glacial.

Birth control?

So desperate to avoid carrying his child?

Of course—a woman like her probably couldn't even identify her baby's father!

He hurled the pill bottle against the wall.

Downstairs, Ethan Sullivan arrived in a flurry, waving a red-stamped document.

"Susan! The bail's approved!" His grin was boyishly triumphant. "We can get your friend now!"

Susan stared blankly at the paper before tears erupted.

Too late.

Everything was too late.

"Ethan..." Her voice fractured. "Bella... she jumped..."

Ethan's face paled as he pulled her into an embrace. "We're going to Golden Shark Cliff now!"

The sports car shot like an arrow, reaching the blood-stained cliffs within forty minutes.

Nicole Capra stood there pushing Michelle Thompson's wheelchair, both basking in the sunset like victors.

"Too late, sister." Nicole's smile was saccharine. "Bella Quinn's already shark food."

Susan trembled violently. "What did you do to her?"

"We were just taking her to the hospital." Nicole batted innocent lashes. "Who knew she'd seduce four men right after her miscarriage..."

"When caught, she got so ashamed she jumped."

Susan's vision darkened. She knew Bella—this was cold-blooded murder!

Those monsters didn't just kill Bella's baby—they trampled her dignity in death!

SLAP!

The resounding crack echoed across the cliffs as Susan's palm connected with Nicole's face.