Luther staggered as the ashtray hit him, and he instinctively loosened his grip. Bright red blood streamed from his head and stained half his face.
Wren’s legs buckled in fear as she scrambled to escape, clawing and kicking at the floor. But she didn’t get far- Luther grabbed her and yanked her back.
Realizing there was no way out, Wren decided to throw caution to the wind.
“Haven’t you done enough, Luther? Two of Callista’s children are already dead because of you. Now, you want to kill your third?”
Luther froze as if he was rooted to the spot. Wren then stopped struggling and smiled up at him mockingly.
“What’s the matter, Luther Spencer? Now that she’s left you, you suddenly want to cherish her?
“Too bad–it’s far too late.”
Blood continued to drip from Luther’s head. The color was stark against his pale, ghostly face. His eyes were hollow as he staggered toward the door.
The moment he left, Wren lunged to lock it behind him. Her phone suddenly buzzed with a notification.
A trending headline showed Jane throwing Wren out of the Spencer residence, alongside the news of Callista’s disappearance. So, Callista hadn’t come back after all.
A sharp pain twisted in Wren’s stomach, and she immediately called for an ambulance. As long as she safely delivered this baby, she still had a chance to secure her position.
Back at Luther’s place, he locked himself in the nursery once again. It was the only place where he could feel traces of Callista’s presence, the last fragile connection he had to her.
Even so, everything in that room served as a painful reminder that he had destroyed his own child and buried Callista’s love for him with his own hands.
Blood dripped onto the table.
Luther panicked and used his sleeve to wipe it away, but the more he wiped, the more blood seemed to pool. It wouldn’t stop, and neither would his desperation.
“Cally, please… I can’t take it anymore. I can’t do this without you. Just give me one more chance. Just one…” he begged aloud.
Luther’s back slumped as his words dissolved into choked sobs. His mind wandered to the early days of their relationship.
“Honey, why are you so easy to comfort? Just a box of honey garlic prawns and you’re already this happy?” he had teased her once.
