After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Her face still held defiance as her gaze swept over the two before her. Clenching her teeth against the pain, her fingertips trembled, “To see someone you know being beaten like this and not even trying to stop it, that’s really cold-blooded.”

Lin Gantang was not affected by her accusation. She stepped forward to wash her hands, then turned off the running tap, “Would you be grateful if I helped you?”

Lin Gantang said calmly, “You wouldn’t be. You would only remember that I saw your embarrassing moment and feel ashamed and even resentful because of it. Resentful that I had to witness everything just at this moment. You would disingenuously thank me while secretly disliking me, perhaps even cursing me in your heart to experience what you have, just to balance your own mindset.”

Tan Huiya’s already unattractive complexion grew even more grim.

It was the look of someone whose true colors had been seen through.

She wouldn’t admit that her heart had long since lost any genuine goodness, “I didn’t expect Miss Lin to judge others with such malice.”

Lin Gantang said, “We’re all old foxes, why play the saint? In the filthy dealings and depraved acts of the wealthy, have I seen too little? I’ve just seen through the so-called human nature of people like you.”

Having said that, she raised her eyes, “Oh, right, I prefer to be called Mrs. Wen now.”

Tan Huiya thought of Lin Gantang marrying Wen Yanqing as she wished, and then thought of her own husband. She clenched her fists, the broken nails digging into her palms.

She had no power to confront Lin Gantang.

Knowing that Wen Yanqing was not a man to provoke and choosing to stay away, why would she anger Lin Gantang?

Tan Huiya now only wanted to utterly destroy Fang Ya, but there were no surveillance cameras in the restroom. If Fang Ya insisted it wasn’t her who physically harmed someone, Tan Huiya had no way to seek justice for herself.

After all, Fang Ya had reminded her of something accurate—she was the daughter of Fang Yanyue.

“Mrs. Wen.” Waves of tearing pain surged, and Tan Huiya clutched her stomach, her face turning pale, “Just now, what you saw, if needed, could I ask you to come forward as a witness?”

“To prove Fang Ya’s wrongdoing?” Lin Gantang asked.

Tan Huiya nodded, her lips bloodless.

“But Fang Ya seemed very confident, otherwise she wouldn’t have brazenly injured you.”

Of course, Tan Huiya knew that, but endurance was not in her nature. She only wanted to repay tenfold what she had suffered today.

“I…” Tan Huiya started to say something, but a fierce pain in her lower abdomen made her cry out in pain, sweat forming on her forehead.

Lin Gantang frowned, sensing that something was not right with her. Could it be internal organ damage?

“Tangtang.” Jiang Tongtong pointed anxiously at Tan Huiya, “She’s bleeding.”

A trail of blood seeped from beneath Tan Huiya onto the floor tiles, increasing until it puddled, and Tan Huiya curled up, clutching her belly as she collapsed to the ground in agony.

Bleeding from internal organ rupture didn’t look like this. Lin Gantang’s expression shifted slightly, “Are you pregnant?”

Tan Huiya trembled all over with pain.

Lin Gantang immediately took out her phone to call an ambulance.

The ambulance arrived in a hurry, and Tan Huiya was placed on a stretcher.

Lin Gantang recalled how Fang Ya seemed to deliberately aim for Tan Huiya’s stomach, so she must have known about Tan Huiya’s pregnancy.

Fang Ya did it on purpose; she wanted Tan Huiya to lose the baby. As for why? The Fang family’s siblings had long been fiercely fighting over their inheritance. Would they let Tan Huiya give birth to another contender?

It wasn’t just the child; they likely didn’t want to spare Tan Huiya either, the young stepmother who could slice away a portion of the inheritance.