CHAPTER 2: CHAPTER 2: YVETTE ASTON HAD A CHILD

Her vision went dark, and Yvette Aston was forcibly shoved into the car, trembling and desperately curled up in the corner.

She couldn’t donate a kidney; it would kill her.

She couldn’t die yet.

"Yvette, how have these five years in prison been?" Jayden Grant looked at the woman curled up in the corner, long stripped of the pride she had years ago, and felt an indescribable complexity in his heart.

Yvette flinched, perhaps a reflex from being bullied in prison, and fearfully held her head.

"Gone mute?" Jayden Grant looked at Yvette with disgust, raising his hand to pinch her chin, the dark red blood on her forehead a stark contrast to her pale face.

"Good..." Yvette’s voice trembled, and her eyes held not only despair but also hatred.

Thanks to Jayden Grant, her life in prison was worse than death.

On the day she was released, a fellow inmate who couldn’t bear to see her suffering told her the truth: it was people associated with Jayden Grant who paid her to ensure Yvette was "well looked after" during those five years.

Seeing the injuries on Yvette’s face, Jayden’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he pushed her away in disgust.

Disgusting.

Yvette looked numbly at the man she had once loved throughout her youth, now incapable of stirring any emotions within her.

She had long since stopped loving him.

...

Meridia Hospital.

Yvette was dragged out of the car by Jayden Grant.

She looked at Jayden, pleading as she knelt on the ground.

During those years in prison, she’d been terrified of being beaten.

"Jayden Grant, I beg you, I can’t donate a kidney, I’m not suitable... I can atone; I’ll do anything you want."

Yvette kept pleading, forcefully knocking her head on the ground.

Now, she had no family or background; she knew well that Jayden Grant and The Aston Family could crush her like an ant.

They wanted her to suffer, and she had to suffer, more than they imagined, to temporarily ensure her survival and plan her next move.

Yvette now understood clearly that Jayden Grant wouldn’t let her go, and neither would The Aston Family.

She needed to live... she had reasons she must live.

Jayden unconsciously stepped back, his eyes complex, seemingly not expecting the once grand lady of The Aston Family to become this lowly.

"Brother, please, with The Aston Family’s power, there must be many willing to donate a kidney for Charlotte, right? Brother, I’m begging you... you and mom and dad know, my body can’t handle it."

Yvette had congenital heart disease, and even though she had surgery as a child, she still couldn’t withstand the harm of donating a kidney.

Stellan knew clearly, yet he coldly watched her. "This is your debt to Charlotte. If your mom hadn’t swapped my sister, you’d be dead by now."

Yvette’s body remained stiff for a long time, helplessly collapsing onto the ground. "Can I atone in another way?"

"Do you deserve it?" Jayden sneered. "Yvette, do you think the mistakes you made can be erased by five years in prison? Have you forgotten what you did to me? Did you think of today when you betrayed me and slept with another man?"

Yvette didn’t dare recall the hell of five years ago, nor did she have the strength to explain.

Her brother Stellan, who once promised to protect her forever, sent her to another man’s bed after learning the truth, just to destroy her.

In Stellan’s view, Yvette was a fraud; therefore, her fiancé Jayden Grant should also belong to Charlotte Summers.

So, Charlotte took Jayden to catch her in the act.

All those were calculated by Charlotte and Stellan.

Charlotte was the real victim and the true daughter of the house; everyone believed her.

And no one believed the words of the thief’s daughter.

...

Hospital Room.

Charlotte Summers was still unconscious, looking pale.

Yvette shrank her shoulders, keeping her head down, not daring to look up.

Beside the hospital bed were the family head George Aston and his wife May Kendrick, the people Yvette had called "mom" and "dad" for twenty-one years.

"Slap!" Seeing Yvette enter the room, May gave her a slap, her emotions agitated.

Compared to May, George Aston was much more composed. "Did she agree?"

"She has no right to disagree." Jayden Grant had already made the decision for Yvette, forcing her to kneel beside the bed.

Yvette trembled as she looked at George Aston. "Dad... Mr. Aston, I’m not suitable for donation, please let me go, I can atone in other ways, I can repay what I owe to The Aston Family..."

George’s expression darkened slightly, showing some displeasure.

Yvette looked at them all as strangers; during those five years in prison, she even doubted... that her past twenty-one years were just a dream.

"Yvette, have you forgotten? Five years ago, you slept with that man and gave birth to a bastard. You sent that child away, and now he should be five years old too." Jayden Grant always found all of Yvette’s weaknesses, tearing them open and sprinkling salt on her wounds repeatedly.

Yvette suddenly lifted her head, looking at Jayden, he was pushing her...