The Day the Don’s Heiress Lost Her Womb Chapter 03

The Day the Don’s Heiress Lost Her Womb Chapter 03 The Truth Revealed
Kane returned faster than I expected. Control was his sickness. He could not accept me vanishing from his cameras. The bedroom door flew open under his kick. He stormed in and came straight for me, too angry to notice the suitcase by my feet. He lifted my chin with his thumb. His voice turned strangely gentle. “Elena, you disappeared from the surveillance feed. Do you know how worried I was?” I turned my face away. “I want to be alone.” His fingers closed on air. A crease cut between his brows. “Still upset over those photos? Know your place. Is Vera really worth fighting over? The old men in the family already despise your background. Do you have to make yourself look worse?” I almost laughed. “Your housekeeper spends every day acting like my replacement. Why isn’t she ashamed?” He heard the anger. Still, he smiled like he was soothing a child. “Elena, don’t be so sensitive. You’re both women. Can’t you show her some understanding? You yelled at her in front of everyone last time. She cried all night and still defended you.” Then he looked at me as if I had wronged her. “I feed you. I clothe you. I even gave you the title of the Godfather’s wife. Why do you keep picking on Vera? Stay away from her from now on. Listen to her. Whatever she tells you to do, do it.” I looked back at him. “I never got the surgery money. Was I supposed to obey her and wait to die?” His face hardened. “Bullshit. I told Vera to transfer that 500,000 dollars last week. Yesterday she said your surgery was already booked, and you were the one refusing to go because you were throwing a tantrum.” “That was her story?” My voice went cold. “She rejected my payment request in public and said I faked a miscarriage for money. She held back the surgery funds on purpose. She wanted me dead.” “You’re lying!” Kane snapped. “Vera has followed me for years. She has never lied to me. You’re jealous of her, so now you’re using your own life to frame her. That’s low, even for you.” “Then call the doctor.” His face went ashen with anger. In front of me, he dialed my attending physician and barked into the phone, “Did Elena refuse the surgery on purpose? Tell me everything. From the beginning.” For a few seconds, there was only silence. Then the doctor spoke, voice shaking. “No, Godfather. Madam begged for surgery a month ago, but she had no money in her account. When she finally came back with the funds, the best treatment window had already closed. Her uterus is ruined. She can’t get pregnant again. And she has terminal cancer. One month left at most. Ms. Vera said she had reported all of this to you.” The phone slipped from Kane’s hand. It hit the floor and broke apart. The next second, he lunged at Vera and seized her collar. “You swore the money had gone through. Where was the surgery? Where was the medicine? Did the money vanish? “She was already beyond saving a month ago, and you hid it from me? Were you trying to kill her? Speak. Explain how she ended up dying.”