The ambulance sped through the streets of London, its siren wailing like a cry of desperation. Inside, Emily lay unconscious, hovering between life and death. The lead doctor, a grey-haired man named Dr. Whitmore, checked her pulse repeatedly and barked orders at the nurses:
“Faster! Keep the pressure steadydont let her lose any more blood. The baby still has a chance!”
Beside her, Rosamund wrung her hands, whispering prayers. Her heart ached with guilt for failing to intervene earlier, at the estate. She remembered Isabellas icy expression, her gaze as cold as a knifes edge, and at last, she understood the truth.
**The Emergency Room**
When Emilys stretcher was wheeled into the emergency room, Richard lunged at the doctors, his eyes red with tears and fury.
“Please, save her! Her and our baby I cant lose them!”
Dr. Whitmore gave him a stern, professional lookthere was no time for dramatics.
“Mr. Harrington, wait outside. Were doing everything humanly possible.”
Richard stood frozen for a moment, then collapsed onto a bench in the hallway. He buried his face in his hands, and for the first time in his life, the self-assured man felt the ground crumbling beneath him.
Behind the closed doors, the medical team fought for Emilys life. Her breathing was faint, but her heart still beat. The baby, however, was in critical condition. Machines beeped rhythmically, tension rising with every second.
**The Waiting Room**
Isabella strode into the hospital, flanked by two close friends hastily summoned to play the role of concerned witnesses. Her face was stone, but her trembling voice impressed those around her:
“That poor girl how could she slip like that? I only wanted us to be a united family.”
Rosamund, standing in the corner, glared at her with smouldering rage. If only shed had the courage to speak the truth then, perhaps it would have ended differently. But fear of Isabellas powerher influence in the city, her ability to ruin livesleft her paralyzed.
**Richard and His Mother**
“Mum!” Richard burst out, suddenly standing. “Where were you when this happened? Rosamund says you were right beside her!”
Isabella touched his arm with false tenderness.
“My dear, I was upstairs. I only saw her fall It all happened so fast. God, if only I couldve caught her!”
False tears streaked her cheeks, but Richard wasnt sure what to believe. A small, deep crack had formed in his trust.
**News from the Operating Room**
After hours of tension, the operating room doors opened. Dr. Whitmore, exhaustion lining his face, approached Richard.
“Mr. Harrington, your wife is alive. It was a hard fight, but weve stabilized her. However the baby”
His words faltered, and Richard understood without needing the rest. His world shattered. He swayed, bracing himself against the wall, tears streaming down his face.
“Doctor I need to see her.”
“Shell be moved to a room soon. She needs rest. But I must tell youwe noticed marks on her chest and arms. They dont look like injuries from a fall. Im obligated to report this.”
Isabella, overhearing, stiffened for a moment before recovering. She embraced her son, her false gentleness masking her panic.
“Dont listen to them, darling. You know how quickly rumours spread. You need peace now.”
**Emilys Awakening**
Hours later, Emily opened her eyes. She was pale, barely able to breathe. Richard kissed her hand, fighting back tears.
“Emily my love youre here with me.”
She stared at him before her eyes filled with tears. She tried to reach for her belly, but she understood everything from his expression. A broken sob escaped her lips.
“Our baby”
Richard pulled her close, whispering, “Well get through this together. I have you, and thats all that matters.”
But in Emilys heart grew another painnot just the loss of their child, but the certainty that behind the tragedy stood the woman who should have protected her.
**Rosamunds Confession**
Days later, Rosamund could no longer bear the silence. She found Emily alone in her room and confessed in a trembling voice:
“Mrs. Harrington you must know the truth. You didnt slip. Mrs. Isabella she pushed you. I saw everything.”
Emily felt the blood drain from her face. It was the truth shed suspected, but now she had proof.
“Rosamund why tell me only now?”
“I was afraid. You know the power she holds in this city But I cant live with this guilt any longer.”
Emily gripped her hand, strength flaring despite her weakness. “I swear, she wont go unpunished.”
**The Investigation**
Days later, British authorities opened an official inquiry. Doctors testimonies, the marks on Emilys body, and Rosamunds statement pieced together a grim puzzle.
But Isabella wasnt a woman to surrender easily. Her lawyers prepared strategies, and influential friends worked to silence the scandal.
Richard was torn between love for his mother and the brutal truth unfolding before him. Emilys silent suffering, Rosamunds wordsthey haunted him.
**The Final Confrontation**
One evening, Richard confronted Isabella in the drawing room of their estate. She sat poised, as cold and elegant as ever.
“Mother, tell me the truth. Did you push Emily?”
Isabella lifted her chin with pride.
“Everything Ive done, Ive done for you. She wasnt worthy of you. She would have ruined your life. I saved our family.”
Richard stared at her in horror.
“No you destroyed everything. You killed our child. And for that, Ill never forgive you.”
His words struck like thunder. Isabella remained still, but her eyes burned with helpless hatred.
**Epilogue**
The trial that followed shook London. Newspapers wrote daily of the “Harrington Tragedy,” and people debated it in the streets.
Emily, though fragile, found the strength to testify. Rosamund confirmed every word. The doctors provided irrefutable evidence.
Isabella Harrington, once respected and feared, was sentenced to years in prison for attempted murder.
Richard and Emily, forever scarred, found solace in each others arms. They vowed to start anew, refusing to let the shadows of the past destroy their future.
But deep in Emilys heart, the wound of losing their child would never heal. And every time she climbed the grand marble stairs of their home, a cold shiver ran through hera reminder that love could be saved, but the hatred of a jealous mother could cut deeper than any blade.
