Devan put his phone on the table and looked back at his computer screen. Ignoring the arrival of two women who suddenly appeared without informing him beforehand.
"Devan, who were you talking to earlier?" asked Mrs. Seira, the woman then landed her body on the sofa in the room. And the same thing was done by Byanca.
Devan didn't answer and just kept quiet.
"You're ignoring me?"
"I'm busy, Ma," said Devan.
"Byanca brought you a lunch, eat first," said Mrs. Seira again then turned to her future daughter-in-law, giving her the code to serve the food they brought to the table. She wanted Byanca to order the food for Devan, only she couldn't stop worrying if she let Byanca go alone. And in the end, she chose to accompany her.
"I'm full, just bring it back," Devan replied without turning his head, his eyes only focused on the computer screen in front of him.
"Eat first, honey. I don't want you to get sick," Byanca now joined in.
"Don't ignore me all the time," she added.
Hearing that, Devan just snorted making Mrs. Seira who saw her son's response take a deep breath.
"Are you angry that your wedding schedule changed without your consent? Or is it because of the news of your marriage that I spread?" asked Mrs. Seira.
"If so, forgive me, Devan. You can be angry with me, but don't ignore your future wife, especially when she is pregnant with your child," she added.
Devan was silent and reluctant to respond. He wanted to scream to everyone that the child was not his mine. It seemed, at this time he had to be patient a lot until the wedding day arrived, he became impatient to expose Byanca's rottenness in front of everyone.
"Devan, stop acting like a child, just because of this you quiet with us?" Madam Seira's voice rose. Couldn't stand the sight of her son.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Ma," said Devan in the end choosing to give up. He then stood up and approached the sofa, sitting right in front of Byanca. Seira who saw that just sighed and sat down next to her son.
With swift movements, Devan devoured the food one by one without making a sound, nor did he glance at Byanca even until the food on his plate was finished.
"Thanks for the food, you can go now," said Devan back to his position, back to his chair.
Again, Madame Seira sighed harshly. She then got up too, "Looks like you two need some time to talk. Byanca, I am waiting downstairs," she said.
"Finish your business well, stop keeping things quiet like this, this isn't funny at all," she added then started to leave, walked towards the door, and disappeared there, leaving Byanca and Devan in the room.
After Mrs. Seira's departure, Byanca approached Devan.
"Did I wrong you, honey?" she asked softly, moving closer until she reached the man's chair.
"If so, I'm sorry. Sorry," she added.
There was no response from Devan, the man remained silent and focused on the files that filled his computer screen, ignoring Byanca, as if no one else was in the room but him.
Receiving such a response, Byanca tried to remain patient. Holding the man's hand who was busy with the mouse on the table then again said, "Devan, are you going to ignore me like this until the wedding day comes?"
"Don't you feel sorry for me?"
Devan slapped Byanca's hand, "Don't touch me with your dirty body," he said as he pushed Byanca hard, making her hit hard against the glass wall and then hit the large flower pot that was an additional decoration of the room.
Brakk…
Byanca fell, wincing in pain because her stomach hit the edge of the pot, her stomach hit hard making the flower pot shatter out of shape, the earth spilled out scattered on the floor.
"Aahh, sshhh…" The woman winced in pain, she tried to get up.
"You don't have to push me like... Ahhhh," she stopped when she felt a terrible pain hit her lower abdomen.
Simultaneously, the bloodstains slowly flowed and filled the floor, giving off such a contrasting color.
Seeing that, Devan was stunned on the spot, 'Did I push her too hard?' he thought then contacted Clarissa to immediately provide an ambulance.
Only a few seconds later the woman was in Devan's arms, the man then moved quickly to the first floor, Blood dripping from Byanca's heels stained the floor along with the man's steps, and it became the center of people's attention and again caused big question mark. Mrs. Seira who was waiting in the lobby suddenly stood up when she saw the arrival of her son with Byanca in his arms.
"What happened?" asked Mrs. Seira immediately greeted them, her eyes see bloodstains, making her face suddenly turn pale, very worried.
Devan ignored his mother's words and went straight to the ambulance that was already standing by at the entrance of the skyscraper.
Seira followed behind, trying to equalize her position with Devan.
And the next second, the ambulance was speeding towards the nearest hospital. And of course, Devan and his mother accompanied Byanca.
During the trip, Byanca kept on wincing in pain, clutching her stomach which was experiencing intense cramping.
"Hold on, honey. We will arrive soon," said Mrs. Seira trying to strengthen her future daughter-in-law, the woman kept praying in her heart that the child in Byanca's womb would be okay, and hoped that this was just normal bleeding.
From time to time Mrs. Seira glared sharply at Devan. Because she had only left her son's room for a few minutes, and Byanca was already injured like this.
Honestly, there are currently thousands of questions lodged in the middle-aged woman's mind. Only that she chose to hold it, for now, was not the time to satisfy her curiosity.
The safety of Byanca and her child comes first.
"Mom, it hurts..." Byanca moaned again, the sweat was pouring down her forehead, even her tears were obediently flowing and wetting her smooth cheeks.
"Patient, dear. Hold on," said Mrs. Seira, holding the woman's hand, stroking the back of her hand in a very slow and gentle motion, trying to strengthen her future daughter-in-law.
"The hospital is near," she added, one hand stroking the woman's hair.
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