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Chapter 498
Chapter 498:
Susan smiled, cold and satisfied, and held out a crystal glass of room-temperature water.
Alycia didn’t hesitate. She threw the pills to the back of her throat, took a deep swallow of water, and forced them down. They went heavily, leaving a bitter, metallic aftertaste burning on her tongue.
“Good girl,” Susan murmured, settling back against the sofa. “Now we wait p>
They didn’t wait long.
Exactly thirty minutes later, a violent, unnatural heat bloomed in the pit of Alycia’s stomach.
W𝗲 𝗎𝗽𝘥𝖺𝘁𝘦 𝗲𝘷𝗲𝗿𝗒 𝘸𝗲е𝗄 𝗼ո
She gasped, her hands flying to her abdomen. The heat curdled instantly into a sharp, agonizing cramp — like a serrated blade being dragged slowly across her internal organs.
“Mom,” Alycia choked out, every last trace of color abandoning her face.
Another cramp struck, twice as vicious as the first. She cried out in raw agony, her knees buckling. She slid off the sofa and collapsed onto the hand-knotted Persian rug.
Cold sweat soaked through her silk blouse within seconds. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She curled into a tight fetal position, her fingernails digging so hard into the thick wool of the rug that they split.
Susan stood up. She did not rush to her daughter’s side. She loomed over her, watching her writhe with the cold, clinical detachment of someone observing a controlled experiment.
Alycia felt a sudden, warm rush between her thighs.
She forced her eyes open and looked down at her cream-colored maternity skirt. A dark, horrifying stain of bright red blood was spreading rapidly across the fabric.
“It’s bleeding,” Alycia sobbed, raw physiological terror seizing her chest. The pain was so intense she could barely draw breath. “It hurts so bad p>
Susan nodded slowly. The symptoms were flawless.
She turned, crossed the room to the side table, and picked up Alycia’s phone. She unlocked the screen, scrolled through the contacts, and found the direct emergency line for Cole’s chief executive assistant.
She pressed call.
The moment the assistant answered, Susan’s entire demeanor transformed.
“Help! Oh my God, please help us!” she screamed into the phone, her voice a pitch-perfect performance of unhinged, hysterical terror.
“Mrs. Beasley? What’s happening?” the assistant asked, his voice snapping to immediate, tense attention.
“It’s Alycia! She collapsed!” Susan wailed, forcing tears down her cheeks. “There’s so much blood! She’s losing the baby! You have to tell Cole — we need an ambulance right now p>
“Do not call 911,” the assistant commanded sharply, his crisis training engaging instantly. “I am dispatching the Compton private medical team to your location immediately. They will be there in eight minutes. I am alerting Mr. Compton now p>
The line went dead.
Susan lowered the phone. The hysterical panic vanished from her face in an instant, replaced by a chilling, victorious smirk.
She looked down at Alycia, still sobbing and writhing on the floor. She retrieved a cashmere throw from the sofa and draped it over her daughter’s shaking shoulders, then knelt beside her and stroked her sweat-soaked hair with a tenderness that did not reach her ice-cold eyes.