In my past life, I had fallen for him because he vouched for me, which led to the Sullivans sponsoring me in med school.
Years later, I offered my services to the Sullivans as their family doctor so that I could be close to Dylan.
And before we married, I asked him if he was willing.
His answer then was, “Anyone will do. Don’t worry about anything and just be Mrs. Sullivan.”
However, he turned against me as soon as he claimed his place as the next head of the family.
In the end, he was no more than a liar and a hypocrite.
But in this life, I didn’t mind seeing what would become of Lily and Dylan without my involvement.
Just as I turned to leave, Dylan suddenly grabbed my wrist so forcefully I winced in pain.
However, his eyes were fixed on the red mark that was left glaringly obvious on my skin, near the collar.
“What’s this?!” He demanded, his voice cold as ice. “Where did you get it!”
My body was already sore all over, and it felt like I would fall into pieces with the way he pulled me.
Still, I fought against the pain and glared at him coolly, “That isn’t any of your business, is it—Mr. Dylan?”
Dylan’s face turned ashen with an emotion I didn’t quite understand.
Still, his eyes soon narrowed in disdain as he scoffed. “Who was it? One of the servants? Guess that’s all you can amount to.”
“Help…” Lily suddenly gasped softly from behind before I could retort.
Dylan promptly released me and hurried to her, even as she leaned meekly and helplessly against the wall. “My legs… They hurt so much…”
Dylan scooped her up in his arms, while she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek against his chest.
However, her eyes were fixed on me with a provoking leer.
In the past, Lily had been obsessed with rising to the top, constantly bewitching Dylan with her delicate maiden act.
When I was about to marry Dylan, she started hooking up with other rich kids, intent on provoking Dylan.
She ended up developing a habit instead, and she was delirious with drugs when she rushed into the middle of a busy highway and got herself killed.
But ironically, Dylan thought she had been loyally obsessed with him…
I gently stroked my belly just then, feeling a burning sensation—one more violent than when I was pregnant in my last life.
