Page 2 of My bodyguard husband beat me into a miscarriage

As I fell through the air, watching Spencer anxiously lean down to check if Malia was hurt, I suddenly found it almost laughable.

I lay on the ground, covered in blood, in so much pain I could barely move.

Liam pressed his hands tightly against my bleeding wounds, crying out to Spencer: "Dad! Save Mom! Save the baby in Mom's belly!"

But Spencer only covered the tiny cut on Malia's hand, looking at me with disappointment: "Harley, was it worth it? To frame Malia, you didn't even care about the child in your womb?"

He turned his head and said coldly: "I'm Malia's bodyguard. I have to ensure her safety first. Once the doctor confirms she's fine, then I'll deal with you."

In that moment, my eyes welled up with tears. Today wasn't even his work day.

Liam clenched his teeth, watching helplessly as his father carried Malia away, hatred burning in his eyes.

Malia trembled slightly, shrinking into Spencer's arms, saying timidly: "Spencer, I'm so scared. Liam is glaring at me."

Because of those words, Liam and I were punished again.

When I woke up, Liam, who suffered from leukemia, and I had been tied up in an abandoned warehouse.

Spencer stood before me, his fists trembling slightly: "Harley, why do you always have it out for Malia? You falsely accused her of bullying you, but she's already forgiven you. She never meant to compete with you for your parents' attention, so why do you keep targeting her? You even made Liam look at her that way! Malia is timidthat look scared her so much she couldn't sleep all night!"

The pain from falling down the stairs hadn't subsided. I turned my head to see Liam beside me breathing rapidly, red blotches spreading across his body, and my heart sank.

Fighting through the excruciating pain, I struggled to kneel up, my voice hoarse as I pleaded: "Spencer, please tell Mr. Gibson to spare Liam! He has leukemiaif his wounds get infected, it could be fatal. Please, it's all my fault. Don't drag him into this!"

Blood seeped from my wounds again.

Spencer looked down at me, covered in blood, then at Liam, who was nearly suffocating. A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes.

But moments later, he clenched his fists, his eyes reddening as he steeled himself: "Mr. Gibson said only if I do this myself and hit hard enough will you understand how serious this is. To pay for Liam's medical bills, I have no choice."

Every time he hurt me to protect Malia, he used the same excuse.

But this time, watching Liam hanging by a thread, I no longer believed him.

Warm liquid trickled down my legsI knew the baby was gone. He had beaten me until I miscarried.

Spencer walked step by step toward Liam, who was now burning with fever and convulsing.

I lay in a pool of blood, consciousness fading, my lips trembling as I squeezed out one last plea: "Liam really will die. Please, Spencer."

He turned back, his eyes bloodshot: "Harley, stop targeting Malia. Otherwise, next time, Mr. Gibson will want your and Liam's lives."

In the last moment before losing consciousness, I saw Liam with a bacterial infection, bleeding uncontrollably.

*****

I don't know how much time passed before voices outside the hospital room reached me again.

"Mr. Gibson, Liam's injuries are too severe, and with his leukemia, the bleeding won't stop. Are you really going to make him donate bone marrow to Malia's unborn child tomorrow? He won't survive it."

Spencer's voice carried a hint of tenderness: "I'll have them use medication to keep him alive. The Gibson family fortune will eventually go to Malia's child. That child has been diagnosed with leukemia, and I won't allow anything to go wrong. As for Liam, being a half-dead living corpse is enough. That way, he'll never be able to compete with Malia's child for the inheritance."

My mind was reeling. So Malia's child really was his.

He had not only hidden his identity and pretended to be forced into hurting us, but from the very beginning, he never intended to save our son.

Just then, the heart monitor beside me began beeping shrilly.

The hospital room door burst open as Spencer rushed in, frantically grabbing my hand and shouting for a doctor.