A few days ago, while watching a drama series, Veronica had come across a scene that mentioned motherwort. In the series, the female lead nearly had a miscarriage after unknowingly consuming it. This herb, which could be bought from pharmacies, piqued Veronica’s interest. Desperate, she quickly turned to her delivery group chat and asked, “Does anyone have a drone?”
Bells, a delivery guy, quickly responded, “I have one. What’s up?”
Veronica wasted no time adding him as a friend and calling him. “Hey, sorry to trouble you, but can you please buy two boxes of motherwort from the pharmacy? I’ll send you the address in a bit. And could you deliver it to my window using a drone?”
“Why a drone?” Bells asked, confused.
Veronica, caught off guard, quickly thought up an excuse. “I just want to try out drone delivery. I’ll transfer 300 to you. Please deliver it as soon as possible.”
“Sure, no problem,” he agreed.
After hanging up, Veronica sent him the address. About thirty minutes later, she received a call from him, telling her to open her window as he was already downstairs.
She leaned out of the window on the eighth floor and saw the delivery guy maneuvering the drone. The buzzing drone slowly ascended before it reached her window. She carefully retrieved the medication and sent him a voice message. “I’ve received the items. Thanks!”
Opening the box, she found four blister packs of motherwort, each containing twelve pills. She knew she could take three to five tablets at a time, but she was unsure of how much was needed for the effect she sought. Her hands trembled as she stared at the pills, and a sense of fear crept into her heart. What if she took too many? But she had no other choice.
Veronica was already under house arrest by Matthew, and if she moved to the Kings Residence, her confinement would be extended until the baby was born. She had to act quickly.
After a long moment of hesitation, she decided to take the drastic step. She took 24 pills and poured herself a large glass of warm water. Her hands shook as she gritted her teeth and swallowed the pills, dividing them into six rounds.
The thick, bitter taste of the medication made her stomach churn. Despite drinking water, the feeling of nausea lingered, and she forced herself to lie on the couch, waiting for the pills to take effect.
In the first few minutes, she felt only mild nausea, but that quickly passed. However, about half an hour later, she began to experience excruciating abdominal pain. Sweat drenched her body, and dizziness clouded her mind. But there was no bleeding yet, and that gave her a sense of hope.
Meanwhile, at Dragon’s Creek Villa, Matthew had just dropped Tiffany off at her home after an evening with his family. Despite being engaged to Tiffany, he had kept his distance emotionally. As she asked, pretending to be composed, “Matthew, why do you still drop me off even after we’re engaged?”
With a calm expression, Matthew responded, “Before we’re married, it’s better for us to live apart. It’s for your own good, too, since you’re a woman.”
He had no interest in her beyond the practicality of their engagement. She was merely a suitable future mistress for the Kings Family, not someone he cared for.
“But we—” Tiffany began, but was cut off when Matthew gently patted her head, saying, “It’s late. Go home and rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tiffany, satisfied by even this small amount of attention, simply replied, “Goodnight, Matthew.”
“Goodnight,” he responded coldly.
However, Tiffany didn’t immediately exit the car. She lingered for a moment, waiting for a kiss, but instead, Matthew asked, “Is there anything else?”
“No,” she sighed, her disappointment evident as she opened the car door and walked away, waving at him before disappearing into the house.
At that moment, Thomas, Matthew’s driver, spoke up. “Young Master Matthew, the person who’s been watching Miss Murphy’s phone called earlier. He said she ordered something called motherwort, and it was delivered by drone.”
Matthew’s brow furrowed. “Delivered by drone?”
“Yes,” Thomas confirmed. “It was about an hour ago. I didn’t have the chance to tell you earlier because you were with Mrs. Kings.”
Matthew immediately felt a sense of unease. “Head to Brocade Gardens,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Thomas replied, accelerating the car.
As they drove toward Brocade Gardens, Matthew couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. “Drive faster.”
Thomas pushed the pedal to the floor, and the car sped down the streets of Bloomstead, with few cars around at this hour. They arrived at Brocade Gardens in half an hour.
Upon reaching the eighth floor, Matthew and Thomas were greeted by six bodyguards stationed outside Veronica’s door. As soon as they saw Matthew, they straightened up and greeted him respectfully, “Young Master Matthew.”
He nodded and walked straight to the door, knocking firmly. “Open the door.”
Inside, Veronica, curled up on the couch, was in agony. The pain in her abdomen was unbearable, and she had already begun to bleed heavily. She had called the emergency services a while ago, but the paramedics hadn’t arrived yet.
Hearing the knocking, Veronica assumed it was the paramedics, but as she tried to get up, her legs gave way. The door kept knocking more urgently.
Matthew, his anxiety growing, demanded, “Veronica Murphy, if you don’t open the door, I’ll kick it open!”
Still, there was no response. Frustrated, he took a step back and kicked the door with all his strength. The door burst open with a loud bang.
Inside, Matthew saw Veronica lying on the couch, holding her abdomen, drenched in sweat and moaning in pain. The bloodstained couch was a horrifying sight. His eyes immediately fell on the motherwort packaging, and upon seeing the warning label that it was forbidden for pregnant women, he clenched the box tightly, crushing it.
“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.
He turned to Veronica, his face grim. “You took all of them?”
Veronica, barely able to respond, groaned from the overwhelming pain. She was too weak to answer his question. Matthew’s expression darkened even further. This woman doesn’t care for her life just because she doesn’t want to have my child.
Behind him, Thomas, who had followed him inside, immediately reached for his phone to call the emergency number, but before he could dial, the sound of an ambulance siren wailed from downstairs.
The sound of the sirens reached Veronica’s ears, and despite her immense pain, she tried to get up, her survival instinct kicking in. But her body was too weak, and she collapsed to the floor with a thud.
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