What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger novel Chapter 118

The medical certificate clearly stated that Viola was over three months pregnant.

Ken sneered, his voice cutting through the stunned silence. "Viola, I didn’t even know you three months ago. Are you seriously claiming this baby is mine?"

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

"Wait, is she pregnant and looking for someone to pin it on?"

"No wonder Ken refuses to marry her. This is outrageous!"

"If I were him, I wouldn’t either!"

Viola’s face turned ashen. Humiliated and cornered, she glared at Ken with eyes full of hatred. Her hands trembled as her breathing quickened.

Suddenly, in a fit of desperation, she grabbed a pair of scissors from the dowry table and lunged at Ken.

"Ken!"

The crowd froze in shock as the blade sank into his chest. Blood blossomed across his shirt, staining it crimson.

Screams erupted. People rushed forward to pull Viola away, while others tried to stop the bleeding.

"Call an ambulance!"

"Ken, stay with us!"

Viola, her chest heaving, stared at the bloodied figure crumpled on the ground. Then, as if something inside her snapped, she began to laugh—a hysterical, unhinged sound.

"Ken, you’ll die here. You’ll die, and I’ll finally be free of you!"

But as the crowd grappled with the chaos, Viola suddenly collapsed to the ground. A dark pool of blood began to spread beneath her.

Her manic laughter turned into screams of terror. "Help me! My baby—my stomach hurts! Please, someone help!"

Panic consumed the gathering. Paramedics arrived and rushed both Ken and Viola to the hospital.

Uncle Johnson stood apart, his face a mask of despair. "It was supposed to be a joyful day," he muttered, shaking his head. "How did it all come to this?"

The incident brought shame upon the Brown family, and they quietly retreated, too embarrassed to confront the Johnsons further.

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