Love from My Dominant Boss - Season 3 Episode 65

I rarely saw Ronan looking so solemn, so I sensed that something was wrong.

Ronan looked at me and said calmly, “The owner of the car that tried to knock you down is called Drake Hammer. He is a good-for-nothing thug and has many criminal records for being involved in brawls.”

I frowned upon hearing what Ronan said. Why is he telling me all this? What use is that information to me? Have I accused Emma wrongly?

However, I still felt that the car did not rush at me by accident, just that it was hard to explain why I felt that way.

I looked up at Ronan quizzically and asked insistently, “Am I overthinking? Is there nothing else apart from this?”

Ronan seemed hesitant upon hearing my question. His gaze became conflicted.

“There’s one more thing…” Ronan started his sentence but did not continue. He seemed to be in a dilemma.

It was rare to see such emotion on his face. I felt even more confused and wondered if my hunch was correct—that this was no accident.

“What else is there?” I looked at Ronan worriedly and was a little desperate to know whether it was an accident or that someone had planned it.

“I sent someone to investigate Drake. A few days ago, he received a large sum of money in his bank account. The sender is…”

At this point, Ronan paused again and looked at me with a conflicted expression. He still did not say who it was.

From what he said, I knew that things were not that simple. Someone was trying to harm me.

“Is it Emma who transferred the money?” I immediately thought of Emma because I believed no one else in this world hated me as much as she did.

I was calm and apathetic before this, but now I felt a surge of fury burning within me.

Seeing that I had guessed the person behind it, Ronan stopped hiding it from me and answered frankly, “Yes, it was Emma.”

I had always been patient with Emma before this, but now that she tried to harm my baby, she had crossed the line.

It was the first time I felt so much hatred and such a strong desire to destroy someone.

I clenched my fists and focused on controlling the rage in my heart. If I did not control myself, I feared I would rush to confront Emma right away.

Ronan seemed hesitant. It might be because he had never seen me with such a fierce expression before. A moment later, he looked at me and asked calmly, “I did not expect Emma to be someone capable of this. Anna, how are you planning to deal with this?”

“I have tolerated Emma too many times. She has gone overboard this time; I can’t allow anyone to harm my baby!” I said coldly.

Although I did not tell Ronan how I would deal with Emma, he could guess from my expression that I would not let go of the matter.

“What are you planning to do?” Ronan asked again after observing me for a long time.

“It’s getting late; you should go back. I’m also tired and would like to rest early,” I said.

It was not that I did not want to tell Ronan about my plan. In actuality, I was uncertain what I should do.

Ronan did not expect me to ask him to leave so directly. His expression stiffened as he looked at me. He appeared hurt.

At this moment, my mind was full of thoughts about Emma attempting to hurt my baby that I did not pay attention to Ronan’s behavior.

I frowned and remained quiet. Meanwhile, Ronan sat in silence for a short while before getting up and leaving the ward.

After I finished receiving the drip, I wanted to leave the hospital. However, the nurse said I should stay overnight for observation. Therefore, for the sake of the baby’s well-being, I took the nurse’s advice.

I did not feel like sleeping the whole night. My mind could not stop thinking about Michael and Emma’s wedding tomorrow and that Emma hired someone to knock me down. I was at the limits of my patience.

Suddenly, an outrageous idea appeared in my mind—ruining Michael and Emma’s wedding. Since Emma did not want me to be with Michael, I was determined to be with him.

I let her have her way previously, but she was ungrateful and became all the greedier. Even if she married Michael, there was no telling what else she would do to harm my baby and me.

After a sleepless night, I saw articles about Michael and Emma’s wedding on the morning news. Their wedding was about to begin.

Michael wore a white suit; his handsome face appeared stern on the screen. Meanwhile, Emma was beaming and holding his arm.

Meanwhile, I had been full of hatred after what happened yesterday. Now that I saw Emma leaning against Michael’s shoulder happily, I had to admit that I felt jealous and hateful toward Emma.

I pulled out the needle of my intravenous drip, changed my clothes quickly, and left without informing the nurses.

Then, I hailed a cab in front of the hospital and headed to the wedding venue.

I checked my phone. Time was ticking away, which gave me a sense of urgency. I decided to stop their wedding. I was determined to follow my heart and stop sacrificing my own happiness. Furthermore, I could not allow my baby to be in danger.

Emma was a vicious woman. Even if she married Michael and legally became Mrs. Shaw, she would never let me go. The baby in my womb would always be a thorn to her, and I was convinced she would always find ways to harm my baby and me.

Thus, to protect my baby, I had to stay by Michael’s side. Only Michael’s protection could deter her from doing anything.

Although I had decided what I should do, I could not help feeling nervous. I did not know the situation at the wedding and how Michael would react once I told him about my pregnancy.

Soon, the cab arrived at the wedding venue. I got out of the cab quickly and ran in.

Michael and Emma were about to exchange rings. She looked blissful and was about to put the ring on Michael’s finger.

“Wait!” I called out and strode toward them.

The crowd was shocked to hear my voice. Everyone turned toward me; all were astonished.

Michael was most surprised to see me because he did not expect me to be here. From the way he furrowed his brows, I could see that he was displeased that I had crashed his wedding.