Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 187

Nate's POV:

With a sneer at the corners of my mouth, I looked at Lily, who was unconscious on the floor. Her body was covered with wounds, and her dress was stained with blood. I smiled with satisfaction as I stared at the misery and degradation before my eyes.

I heard footsteps coming closer. I looked up and saw that it was Rita and Susan.

The latter glanced at me, her body trembling like a leaf. Susan looked away from the bloody scene in front of her and clutched Rita's arm tightly.

Rita caressed the back of her mother's hand and reassured her, "Mom, it's okay. She deserves it." She helped Susan to a chair. Then, she walked up to me and held up my hand.

The sequins on Lily's dress had scratched the back of my hand, making it bleed.

"Why do you have to do it yourself? It's not worth the trouble. Look at you. You've hurt yourself." Rita looked at me with pity. Without another word, she fetched the first aid kit and treated my wound.

I could not help but recall the past as I gazed at my daughter, who was bandaging my hand. I often said harsh words to her for Lily's sake. And now, I regretted it.

"Is she dead?" Susan asked, terrified.

"I'll call 911. It'll only cause us trouble if she dies here." Rita closed the first aid kit and calmly took out her phone to call the emergency hotline.

A few moments later, the siren of the ambulance came from outside the villa. The bodyguard then carried Lily, who had been lying on the floor like a ragdoll, out.

Rita pulled Susan up and then turned to me. "Mom and I will go to the hospital and keep an eye on Lily. Dad, do you want to come with us and have your wound checked?"

I waved my hand in refusal.

Once they were gone, the villa fell into dead silence again.

I looked at the mess in the room. My eyes fell on the nude photos scattered on the floor, and I felt a headache coming on.

She was barely a B-list celebrity. How could she betray me?

I unconsciously clenched the armrest of my chair. It aggravated the wound on the back of my hand. Blood oozed out of it, staining the gauze red.

Beep. Beep.

My phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence.

I took out my phone and saw that I had received an email.

My eyes widened in shock when I saw the subject. "The DNA result shows that there is a parent-child relationship."

The result of the paternity test was totally different from the one Rita had given me.

In a fit of anger, I stood up abruptly. My chair got knocked over, and the sound of it echoed in the house. I was so furious that my anger beclouded my reasoning.

"Rita, how dare you lie to me?!" I roared.

I picked up the car key, rushed to the garage, and drove to the hospital.

Scarlett's POV:

It was now time to get off work. As I walked out of the company, I saw Charles waiting for me across the street. Although the area was bustling with people, I recognized him at a glance because of his handsome appearance and excellent demeanor.

Several women were staring at him not far away. For some reason, I was a little uncomfortable with the way they were looking at him.

At that moment, Charles walked towards me and offered, "Scarlett, let me drive you to the Moore mansion."

I shook my head in refusal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the women, who had eyes for Charles, turned around and left dejectedly. I felt happy deep inside.

But I immediately caught myself. What was I doing?

So what if some women had a crush on Charles?

"What's wrong?" Charles worriedly asked, seeing that I was lost in thought. It was only then that I came to my senses. I raised my head and saw that he was leaning over to me and looking at me with concern.

We were so close that our breath intertwined with each other. Not only that, the atmosphere between us had suddenly become warm and romantic.

I looked away. "I want to go home now."

Charles pursed his lips and looked me in the eye. "Don't you want to go to the Moore mansion and see our son?"

Our son?

I was stunned.

There was "our" in the past. Not anymore now. There was no need for me to get close to him, even if it was because of James.

Instead of asking more questions, Charles changed the subject. "I heard that Lily had a miscarriage."

"What? How could it be?" I asked, bewildered.

"Rita had made trouble between Nate and Lily and manipulated Nate into killing the baby," Charles replied in a cold tone.

Without waiting for my response, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the car. "Enough about her. I'll drive you back to Garden Street."

I arrived at the meeting place several minutes later. Just as I was about to enter the private room, the door opened from the inside and Vivian stormed out with an angry expression.

In the private room, Spencer was sitting on a high stool and drinking alone sullenly.

With a sigh, I walked over and sat down beside him. "What happened?"

Spencer jumped at me excitedly. "You're finally here! Listen to my story and tell me what you think."

I pushed him away in disgust. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't touch me." "Vivian said she was short of money, so I immediately lent her some. I didn't ask her to pay me back right away, but she insisted that she'd make a living through singing in the bar." Confusion was written all over Spencer's face as he spoke.

I leaned back on the sofa and answered casually, "You can fire her if you want. I'll just hire someone else to be your private doctor."

Spencer was silent.

His silence amused me. Of course, I knew that he did not want to fire Vivian at all.

At that moment, the door opened yet again. This time, it was David who came in. "Charles, didn't you say you wouldn't come here today?"

"I planned to accompany Scarlett, but she refused."

"You deserve it!" David exclaimed.

"Where is Cathy? Why aren't you accompanying her?"

"Well... she threatened me with her resignation if I kept on pestering her."

I sighed heavily. No wonder we were friends. We were all miserable when it came to courting a woman.

After several rounds of drinks, Spencer and David were still drinking nonstop. I, however, was starting to feel bored. I missed Scarlett. I would rather be with her than be with these idiots.

All of a sudden, something occurred to me. I put down my glass and asked, "Spencer, call Richard and ask him to pick me up."

Spencer looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Why don't you call him instead?"

"How can I? I'm drunk. Also, tell Scarlett that," I said with a sly smile.

Spencer was taken aback. He pointed at my nose and remarked, "You're so cunning! You want to take advantage of Scarlett's trust in me!"

I merely shrugged my shoulders at him. I handed my phone and asked, "Are you gonna call him or not?"

Spencer and I stared at each other for a moment. In the end, he conceded.