My Husband's Secretary Called Me a Mistress

Chapter 7

"Why is her face so swollen?"

Seeing that Andrew Johnson had a reaction, Emily Davis was relieved and continued to fabricate stories.

But she didn’t know that Andrew hadn’t recognized me because my eyes were swollen shut, and my face was covered in blood, making me look more disheveled and pitiful than ever.

So pitiful that even our childhood bond couldn’t help Andrew recognize me immediately.

Andrew was anxious but stood up.

"Enough, I hope this never happens again. Replace all the receptionists and fire the security downstairs."

The CEO's anger silenced everyone.

After arranging everything, Andrew prepared to leave.

But he felt something holding him back, looking down, he saw I was gripping his pant leg.

"Dumpling..."

At the sound, Andrew trembled.

Only because 'Dumpling' was his nickname, known only to the two of us.

Emily dashed over, trying to separate us, "Mr. Johnson, she’s a lunatic. Who knows what other diseases she might have. Stay away from her."

But the next second, Andrew forcefully pushed her away, yelling, "Get out!"

Emily glared at me with even more malice.

The sudden change stunned everyone into inaction.

Only Emily still wanted to say something, to stir trouble.

Andrew gently wiped my cheek, softly calling me, "Sophia~"

Then muttering to himself, "You're okay, you must be okay."

No one had ever seen the calm and collected Mr. Johnson like this, and their fear grew.

Emily lay on the ground, unable to move.

"Who did this?"

Andrew lifted me up, looking around, his anger palpable.

I tried to smooth the frown on his forehead, but I lacked the strength, and instead, spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood stained his expensive suit.

The next second, I finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

When I woke up again, I was in the hospital.

Andrew was not there, only a nanny watching over me.

Seeing me awake, she was happy and handed me a glass of water, "Sir said he had something to do but would be back soon."

As soon as the cup was set down, Andrew walked in.

Seeing me lying on the hospital bed, covered in bruises, his eyes turned red.

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone who hurt you get away."

The door opened again.

Emily was brought in by several bodyguards.

Andrew kicked her in the knee, making her kneel abruptly.

Her body was covered in knife marks, with no unscathed skin.

Andrew gently touched my forehead, "Baby, rest assured, in the three hours you were unconscious, she suffered with you."

"No matter what she did to you, I'll return it to her tenfold."

Emily lay on the ground like a beaten dog, barely breathing.

Andrew's cough made her tremble uncontrollably.

Clearly, the three hours I was unconscious would haunt her forever.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Johnson, I didn't recognize your esteemed identity."

"Please, be generous and forgive me."

"Mr. Johnson has already punished me. My body is covered in cuts."

"It hurts, it really hurts. Madam, please beg Mr. Johnson for mercy for me?"

But her physical pain couldn't compare to a fraction of the pain in my heart.

The wounds on my body would heal one day.

But the child we lost would never come back.

I turned my head, looking out the window, a tear slipping down my cheek.

It's too late, no matter how much Emily pays, it's too late.

I placed my hand on my empty stomach, giving a bitter smile:

"Husband, our child is gone."

Andrew Johnson stared at my empty stomach in disbelief, his face contorting.

"A child? We had a child?"

He stood there, stunned for several seconds, then suddenly grabbed his head in anger, retreating step by step.

The next second, he kicked Emily hard in the chest.

"I'm going to kill you!"

I turned my head and gazed out the window, a tear sliding down my cheek.

It was too late. No matter the price Emily Davis paid, it was too late.

I placed a hand on my empty belly and managed a faint smile:

"Husband, our child is gone."