Chapter 8
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I forced a shy nod and said, "Okay. I've prepared a gift for you as well."
I followed her up to the top deck. The lighting was dismal, and the railing was trembling, as if it had been tampered with.
Robin walked to the railing, her back to me. Her voice turned icy all of a sudden. "Look how deep the sea is. If you fell, you'd probably lose consciousness really quickly, wouldn't you?"
Then, she spun around and tried to press a handkerchief that stank of ether against my face. I didn't even see it coming.
Kyle, who was hiding in a corner, ran over and tried to hurl me over the railing.
If this were the old me, I would have been paralyzed with fear. But since our rebirth, Cynthia and I had been secretly mastering self-defense. Before Kyle charged toward me, I suddenly dropped into a low crouch.
His momentum sent him crashing straight into Robin. Her pregnancy made her unsteady on her feet, and the collision sent her reeling backward.
The railing couldn't take the weight of two bodies. Suddenly, a loud crack was heard. Robin let out a piercing scream and flipped over the railing.
Driven by a desperate instinct for survival, she managed to grab onto the edge of the railing, her body dangling precariously in the air.
"Help! Robin fell! Someone, help!" Cynthia stepped out from the shadows and pretended to yell frantically. However, she stomped on Robin's fingers so hard that Robin winced in pain and plummeted into the freezing sea.
The thunderous splash instantly startled the guests on the lower decks. Everyone quickly headed to the upper deck.
Cynthia leaned over the railing, pointing at the sea with a look of staged horror.
"Someone save Robin! He fell down. There are sharks in the sea. Look at all the blood!"
There were no sharks in these safe waters. The impact and the shock of the freezing sea caused Robin to bleed out and suffer a miscarriage.
The lifeguard immediately jumped into the sea and hauled Robin back onto the yacht.
Robin was deathly pale and dripping wet. Her white suit trousers, drenched in blood, clung to her legs. She lay curled in a fetal position, clutching her abdomen in agony as the blood continued to seep out from under her.
The guests began to point and whisper. "What happened to Robin? Why is he bleeding so badly?"
"He looks badly injured. Did he hit a rock?"
Kyle fought his way through the crowd and panicked when he saw the state she was in. He hurriedly took out his coat and draped it over Robin's lower half. Then, he shoved the onlookers and bellowed, "Back off! Robin is injured and needs to rest. Stop crowding around. Get out of here!"
Kyle wanted to chase the crowd away to keep the truth buried, but Cynthia wasn't about to let him have his way.
She pushed Kyle aside and yelled, "Kyle Parker, what are you up to? Robin has lost so much blood. He's clearly severed an artery or suffered internal injuries. You'll kill him if you move him now. Are you chasing everyone away so that you can kill the Wright family's heir while no one is looking?"
The weight of that accusation was impossible to ignore. The Wright family elders immediately responded.
Robin's uncle, Nathan Wright, instructed, "Don't move! There's a doctor on board. Get him here to perform an examination right now!"
Kyle broke out in cold sweat as he threw himself in front of Robin. "No! That's unnecessary! I'm Robin's best friend. I'm aware of his condition."
I tried to worsen the situation by pointing at Robin's legs and yelling, "That doesn't make sense. If he hit the rocks, why is all the blood coming from between his thighs? Why does Robin's stomach look swollen?"
