A Robot Bride Buried By His Bias Chapter 03

A Robot Bride Buried By His Bias Chapter 03

Sophie moved into Gabriel’s house.

For a few scrapes, she wrapped half her arm in bandages, leaning against the guest bed, looking near death.

That night, Gabriel brought in the city’s top general practitioner, Dr. Miller, a man in his fifties with a three-month waiting list.

Standing in the hallway, I heard them through the door. Sophie’s voice dripped with sweet pleading, “Gabriel, I’m fine, don’t worry. But Luna looks terrible, she can barely speak. Have Dr. Miller check her too, just in case she’s hiding a severe illness.”

Gabriel paused for a second, then spoke, “Martha, bring Luna out.”

Last night’s power leak prevented a full charge. My battery dropped below twenty percent. Core components entered semi-hibernation. My joints stiffened, making my head turn nearly three seconds slower than normal.

Going out meant death, but staying in would make Gabriel think I was hiding out of guilt.

Martha wheeled me into the living room. I sat on the sofa.

Dr. Miller was organizing his medical bag. He glanced up at me.

Instantly, his brow furrowed.

The smell.

Low battery overloaded the internal lubrication system. The anti-rust seepage tripled, impossible to mask.

Dr. Miller said nothing. Driven by thirty years of medical instinct, he already pulled out his stethoscope.

I couldn’t react fast enough.

My neck delayed by two seconds. By the time my head turned halfway, the chest piece pressed against my chest.

The living room fell silent.

Gabriel leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, looking disdainful, waiting for a joke. Chloe stood beside him, arms crossed, glaring at me awkwardly.

Dr. Miller froze.

One second.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down.

Twenty seconds passed. He ripped off the stethoscope, stumbled back two steps, and collapsed onto the sofa, his lips trembling violently, “No heartbeat.”

Silence.

He yelled, “She has no heartbeat!”

Gabriel pushed off the wall, his expression shifting. Chloe stepped back, staring at me, the whites of her eyes shaking.

Inside my chest, warning lights flashed frantically.

My processor overheated, struggling to run. Retrieving vocabulary took half a minute.

During that half minute, I sat perfectly still, sweeping my gaze over Dr. Miller’s terrified face.

Then I spoke, my voice flat, “I’ve been having irregular heartbeats lately. My heart gets tired and takes a minute-long break. I was holding my breath because my back hurt.”

Dead silence returned.

Dr. Miller’s lips moved, but nothing came out. A thirty-year veteran was questioning his own medical knowledge.

Gabriel stared at me for a few seconds, then laughed.

That laugh mixed mockery and rage, twisting his eyes into something ugly.

He walked to the coffee table, raised his foot, and kicked it hard.

Teacups flew and shattered on the floor.

“Luna, get a fucking grip.”

His voice dropped low, chilling me more than a shout.

“Playing games is one thing, but your heart taking a break? That’s a stretch.”

He turned to Martha, “Lock her back in. Give me the key.”

Martha nodded and grabbed my arm.

I stood and followed without resisting.

At the end of the hall, Sophie’s guest room door cracked open.

She stood there, watching me get dragged away through the gap. Her expression held everything except the mercy she faked in bed.

They shoved me into my room. The lock clicked shut.

Two days left.