The ambulance sped through the streets of London, its siren wailing like a desperate cry. Inside, Emily lay unconscious, caught between life and death. The lead doctor, a grey-haired man named Dr. Whitmore, kept checking her pulse and barked short orders at the nurses:
“Faster! Keep the pressure steadydont let her lose more blood. The baby still has a chance!”
Beside her, Rosie wrung her hands, whispering prayers. Her heart ached with guilt for not stepping in earlier, back at the estate. She remembered Isabellas ice-cold expression, that sharp, knife-like gaze, and finally understood the truth.
**Emergency Room**
When Emilys stretcher was wheeled into the emergency room, Richard rushed 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 lookthe professionalism of a man who knew there was no time for drama.
“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 weak, but her heart still beat. The baby, however, was in critical condition. Machines beeped rhythmically, the tension thick in the air.
**The Waiting Room**
Isabella strode into the hospital, flanked by two close friends shed hastily called to play the role of concerned witnesses. Her face was stone, but her trembling voice convinced those around her:
“That poor girl how could she slip like that? I only wanted us to be a united family.”
Rosie, standing in the corner, glared at her with smouldering hate. If shed had the courage to speak the truth right then, maybe it all couldve been avoided. But fear of Isabellas powerher influence in the city, her ability to ruin livesparalysed her.
**Richard and His Mother**
“Mum!” Richard snapped, suddenly standing. “Where were you when this happened? Rosie says you were right there!”
Isabella touched his arm with fake tenderness.
“Darling, I was upstairs. I only saw her fall It all happened so fast. God, if only I couldve caught her!”
False tears streamed down her cheeks, but Richard wasnt sure what to believe anymore. A small, deep crack had formed in his trust.
**News from the Operating Room**
After hours of unbearable tension, the door swung open. Dr. Whitmore, exhaustion etched into his face, approached Richard.
“Mr. Harrington, your wife is alive. It was a hard fight, but weve stabilised her. However the baby”
His voice faltered, and Richard understood without needing the words. His world shattered. He staggered, leaning against the wall as tears streamed down his face.
“Doctor I need to see her.”
“Shell be moved to a room soon. She needs rest. But we noticed marks on her chest and arms. They dont look like theyre just from a fall. Ill have to report this.”
Isabella, overhearing, stiffened for a second before recovering. She hugged her son with false gentleness.
“Dont listen to them, my dear. You know how quickly rumours spread. You just need peace right now.”
**Emilys Awakening**
Hours later, Emily opened her eyes. She was pale, barely able to breathe. Richard kissed her hand, choking back tears.
“Emily my love youre here with me.”
She gazed at him, then her eyes welled up. She tried to touch her stomach, but the look on his face told her everything. A ragged 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, another pain took rootnot just the loss of her child, but the certainty that the tragedy had been caused by the woman who shouldve protected her.
**Rosies Confession**
Days later, Rosie couldnt stay silent any longer. She found Emily alone in her room and confessed in a trembling voice:
“Mrs. Emily you need to know the truth. You didnt just fall. Mrs. Isabella she pushed you. I saw it.”
Emilys face drained of colour. It was what shed suspected, but now she had proof.
“Rosie why tell me only now?”
“I was scared. You know the power she holds in this city But I cant live with this guilt.”
Emily gripped her hand, strength returning to her whisper.
“I swear she wont get away with this.”
**The Investigation**
Days later, the British police opened an official inquiry. Doctors statements, the marks on Emilys body, and Rosies testimony painted a damning picture.
But Isabella wasnt a woman who surrendered easily. Her lawyers prepared their defence, and influential friends tried to stifle the scandal.
Richard was torn between love for his mother and the brutal truth. Emilys silent suffering and Rosies words haunted him, impossible to ignore.
**The Final Confrontation**
One evening, Richard walked into the sitting room, where Isabella waited, as poised and cold as ever.
“Mother, tell me the truth. Did you push Emily?”
Isabella lifted her chin with pride.
“Son, everything I did was for your good. She wasnt worthy of you. She wouldve 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 stood frozen, but a spark of helpless hatred flared in her eyes.
**Epilogue**
The trial that followed shook all of London. Newspapers wrote daily about *The Harrington Tragedy*, and people debated it in the streets.
Emily, though fragile, found the strength to testify. Rosie backed every word. Doctors provided irrefutable evidence.
Isabella Harrington, once respected and feared, was sentenced to years in prison for attempted murder.
Richard and Emily, scarred for life, found solace in each others arms. They vowed to start anew, not letting the shadows of the past destroy their future.
But deep in Emilys heart, the wound of losing her child would never fully heal. And every time she stepped onto the marble stairs of their estate, she felt a cold shiver, remembering: love could be saved, but the hatred of a jealous mother could cut deeper than any blade.
