Chapter 8 

Hubert’s gaze shifted sharply to Lianna as he demanded, “What exactly happened with your miscarriage?” 

For the briefest moment, guilt flickered in her eyes-but she quickly masked it with a fragile 

calm. 

Her voice was weak and pitiful as she coquettishly complained, “Hubby, didn’t I already tell you on the phone just now?” 

She pointed at me, her face full of grievance. “It was Celestine. She said she was in a bad mood and wanted to go drinking at the club. I was worried about her being alone, so I went with her.” “Then she started flirting with a few male escorts there, drank several bottles of wine, and insisted on getting a room with them. They were clearly not decent men, so I tried to stop her. told her she was a married woman now, that she needed to think about her reputation and respect herself. But she snapped at me, shoved me away in anger… and that’s when I lost the baby.” 

Her hand slowly caressed her abdomen as her voice broke into sobs. 

Tears streamed down her cheeks as though her heart were shattering. 

Lianna’s performance was flawless-so convincing it almost sounded like the truth. 

Hubert turned back toward me, his eyes clouded with suspicion and fury. 

On the other hand, I stayed composed. 

Calmly, I asked her, “When exactly did this happen?” 

Lianna straightened her back against the pillows, feigning indignation. 

‘At noon, of course. You killed my child at noon-don’t tell me you’re pretending not to remember 

now?” 

Another attempt at flipping the blame. 

Tsk. Classic Lianna. 

let out a cold laugh. “I haven’t stepped outside all day. You claim you miscarried at noon? Then show us the hospital admission record. Let everyone see.” 

was certain she had only miscarried later in the evening. 

And during that time, I had been with Hubert the entire night. 

With so many witnesses, my alibi was ironclad. 

Once her actual admission time was exposed, her lies would unravel on the spot. 

But to my surprise-Lianna didn’t panic at all. Instead, she shot Francis a subtle glance. 

mmediately, he pulled a document from the nightstand. 

t was an admission slip. 

He unfolded it for everyone to see. 

The time was printed clearly in black and white: 11:00 a.m. 

The bold timestamp seemed to slap the room awake. 

In an instant, every pair of eyes turned on me. 

Hubert’s glare blazed with fury. 

Blake’s face darkened with bitter disappointment, his eyes filled with reproach. 

The streamers’ cameras zoomed between the admission slip and my expression, broadcasting my stunned disbelief to millions. 

Lianna’s voice, trembling with righteous sorrow, broke the silence. 

“Celestine, I may only be your friend, but for so many years I’ve treated you better than my own sister. Why would you do this to me?” 

She wept harder, her words were like a thousand needles stabbing my heart. 

“When you wanted to throw your life away for love, who was it that risked her own life to save you? When I worried you couldn’t manage, who fed you, clothed you, and gave you everything without complaint? I’ve given you my heart, my trust, everything but my very life-yet you weren’t satisfied. You had to kill my child!” 

Her voice broke into sobs, trembling with grief. 

“That was a living soul! How could you be so heartless? You shoved me until I bled, then left with those men without even a backward glance! Do you know I nearly died with my baby that day because of you?” 

“And now-after killing my child-you don’t repent, you don’t even shed a tear. Instead, you dra all these people here just to laugh at me, to rip open my wounds. Do you want me dead before you’ll be satisfied?!” 

Her cries echoed through the room like a dirge. 

And at that moment, everyone’s accusing eyes pierced me like blades.