Pregnant And Rejected: The Omega He Cast Aside
Chapter 5
Ella POV:
I stormed the VIP floor.
Three Senior Healers stood around a plush sofa. Diana lay there, sipping a smoothie. Arthur paced.
"Arthur!" I screamed.
"Security!" he barked.
"My grandmother is dying downstairs! And you have them here watching her drink a smoothie?"
"Diana is in shock," Arthur said, stepping between us.
"Shock?" I laughed, a broken sound. "Hertha served your grandfather! She has internal bleeding! Sarah, please!"
The lead Healer looked at Arthur, terrified.
I fell to my knees. "Arthur, I beg you. Forget me. Just let one go."
For a second, conflict flickered in his eyes.
"Arthur," Diana whimpered. "My chest... tight."
The conflict vanished.
"They stay," Arthur said.
"She's faking it!" I screamed as guards grabbed me.
I rushed back to the ICU. Silence.
Dr. Evans pulled a sheet over the figure on the bed.
"No," I whispered.
I collapsed onto Hertha's chest. She was gone. Because Diana wanted attention.
Two days later. The funeral. Raining.
Arthur stood under a black umbrella, holding Diana. He looked bored.
After the casket lowered, he handed me an envelope.
"A check," he said. "For your loss. And to help you move on. Far away."
"You think money fixes this?" I stared at him. "You let her die."
"It was an accident," he said stiffly. "Diana was critically ill due to your negative aura."
I turned to leave.
Buzz.
Emergency Alert: Unauthorized excavation in Sector 4.
Grandma's grave.
I spun around. A backhoe was moving toward the fresh mound. Diana was pointing.
