Page 3 of My bodyguard husband beat me into a miscarriage

I struggled to open my eyes, finally awakening slowly that afternoon.

Spencer sat by the bedside, unshaven with bloodshot eyes.

The young nurse couldn't help but sigh as she changed my dressing: "Your husband is so good to you. He hasn't eaten or slept for three whole days and nights watching over you. If you hadn't woken up, I was afraid he'd starve to death right here."

I forced the corners of my mouth into a bitter smile.

He's good to me? My injuries were caused by his own hands!

Spencer held my hand, gently stroking it. "I'm sorry, honey. We lost the baby. I really had no choice at the timeMr. Gibson forced me to do it. If I hadn't acted, someone else would have. Besides, you and Liam did target Malia first, so you were in the wrong. Please don't hurt her anymore."

He paused, and a hint of joy actually appeared on his face. "Oh! Mr. Gibson found someone willing to donate bone marrow to Liam! He's already agreed, and they'll perform the bone marrow transplant surgery on Liam first thing tomorrow morning."

My heart plummeted, my face instantly turning pale as I asked with reddened eyes: "Is someone else donating bone marrow to Liam? Or are you saying Liam has to donate his bone marrow to someone else?"

Panic flashed in Spencer's eyes as he reached out to stroke my hair. "What are you talking about? Of course someone else is donating to Liam. Liam has leukemiahow could he possibly donate bone marrow? That would be a death sentence."

But those words pierced my heart like needles.

So you do know that making Liam donate bone marrow to someone else would be killing him.

That night, I quietly pulled out my IV needle and, supporting my weak body, slowly made my way to Liam's room.

I wanted to take him away, but standing outside the sterile room's glass window, watching his small body filled with tubes and his weak breathing, I suddenly didn't know where I could take him.

As if sensing my presence, Liam slowly opened his eyes.

He used all his strength to try to smile at me, but just as the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, they fell back down helplessly.

I quickly covered my mouth and turned away, not wanting him to see the tears streaming down my face.

With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed Spencer's number.

It took three attempts before someone finally answered.

His slightly impatient voice came through: "Harley, I'm Malia's bodyguard right now, and I'm working. Didn't I tell you not to call during work hours? What if someone tries to hurt Malia while I'm distracted?"

I looked toward Spencer in the distance, gently feeding Malia, and bitterness welled up in my heart.

So feeding her is also part of a bodyguard's duties?

Looking at Liam's tiny body, my voice choked: "Please don't make Liam donate bone marrow to someone else, okay? He'll die. He's your son."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, then came a light chuckle: "Stop overthinking. Liam's surgery tomorrow will go smoothly."

Before I could respond, the call was disconnected.

The next second, Malia called, and I instinctively answered.

Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with concern: "Spencer, are you really going to have Liam donate bone marrow to the baby in my belly? But Liam has leukemiacan he handle it?"

In the room, Spencer's hand gently covered her abdomen: "Yes, the child in your belly will be healthy. As for Liam, with Mr. Gibson's medical team there, he'll be fine."

The call ended.

I stood there as my tears finally broke free, silently streaming down my face.

My knuckles turned white as I gripped my phone, fingers trembling slightly from the force.

After taking a deep breath, I dialed that long-buried number.

That night, a Maybach silently pulled up outside the hospital.

I was pushing Liam's hospital bed, preparing to leave, when Spencer blocked my path at the end of the corridor with his men. This was the ninety-eighth time.

I shielded Liam protectively, but Spencer's face was cold as he yanked me aside.

"Harley, haven't you caused enough trouble? Mr. Gibson wants to treat Liam. Taking him away noware you trying to kill him?"

My eyes blazing red, I jerked my hand free. "Who's really trying to kill him? Extracting Liam's bone marrow to donate to the baby in Malia's belly will kill him! You know he'll die!"

A flicker of reluctance crossed Spencer's eyes, and his tone softened as he tried to coax me: "What are you talking about? Mr. Gibson said himself that he's going to treat Liam. Harley, don't overthink this, okay?"

Just then, Malia walked over clutching her belly, her face pale. "Spencer, I'm in so much pain. Is the baby's leukemia acting up? Am I going to miscarry?"

Spencer immediately panicked, rushing to support her and carefully settling her onto a hospital bed.

He pulled out his phone, pretending to receive a message, then coldly ordered: "Notify the medical team. Mr. Gibson just gave wordproceed with the bone marrow transplant surgery immediately."

I stood frozen, staring at him in disbelief.

Before he'd even finished speaking, his men swarmed forward, reaching for Liam's bed.

I clutched Liam tightly, refusing to let go. "Spencer, please! Malia, I'm begging you both to spare Liam!"

A flash of struggle and heartache crossed Spencer's eyes, but ultimately he leaned down, trying to pry my fingers loose. "Harley, stop making a scene. Liam will be fine. Be good."

I'd rather die than let go.

Finally, he sighed: "Harley, don't blame me for this."

His face turned cold as he broke my fingers. My agonized screams didn't stop himhe forcibly tore Liam from my arms.

With my broken fingers, I crawled after him, grabbing at Spencer's pant leg, pleading desperately, only to be kicked away.

Liam and Malia were wheeled into the operating room.

I pounded on the operating room doors, trying to claw them open with my fingers, but even with my hands covered in blood, it was useless.

When the surgery ended, Spencer gently wheeled Malia away, his eyes full of tender concern.

I stumbled into the empty operating room and found Liam on the cold metal table.

With his leukemia causing clotting disorders, the surgical table beneath him was soaked in blood.

The doctors silently shook their heads and left.

I knelt beside the table, holding Liam's still-warm body, but no sound would come from my throat.

For the ninety-ninth time, Spencer had killed our son for Malia's sake.

I held Liam's cold body, sitting motionless in the operating room.

When dawn broke, I stood up like a puppet and walked out step by step.

That's when Malia blocked my path with a smile: "Actually, the baby in my belly doesn't have leukemia at all. I just said it casuallyI never expected Mr. Gibson would really give me your son's bone marrow."

With Liam dead, I had nothing left to hold back.

I used every ounce of strength to slap her hard across the face.

I was about to hit her again when Spencer shoved me away violently.

Liam's body fell to the floor, and I frantically crawled to his side to pick him up.

Spencer's face was ice-cold: "Harley, haven't you caused enough trouble? You hurt Malia last time and got punished for itdidn't you learn your lesson? I already told you Liam would be fine. Look at yourself nowwhat kind of behavior is this?"

I didn't look at him, just numbly checked Liam's body for injuries from the fall.

Spencer seemed to sense something, a flash of heartache crossing his eyes, but his words remained brutally cold: "Harley, apologize to Malia. Otherwise, when Mr. Gibson finds out, he won't spare you or Liam. When that happens, I won't be able to protect you either."

I slowly raised my head and burst into laughter: "Mr. Gibson? You are Mr. Gibson, aren't you? Stop pretendingLiam is already dead. What more do you want?"