Shannon felt as if she had just been struck by lightning. She would have already collapsed on the floor if she had not leaned against the wall for support.

‘Such absurd ludicrosity,’ she thought. Sean had just killed her child and yet he was ready to have another baby with this stepmother of hers.

Quinn looked at Shannon with hatred in her eyes. If she could, she would make Shannon feel bad in every way possible just to feel a little more at ease.

Meanwhile, Sean wept for her. The man of great power and strength was seen crying when he heard about the news of Shannon’s miscarriage. 

In a bar that was checkered with dazzling neon light, he sat there pondering over the news and wept bitter tears. Quinn was infuriated, for she could not accept that her man was crying over another woman.

Quinn looked at Shannon with an attitude of patronizing superiority. “Shannon, did you know why Sean

Quinn was lucky. Even after extensive bleeding, the baby survived.

Meanwhile, Shannon was finding it difficult to accept her circumstances. Her years in the prison had scarred her and triggered her depression. For a long while, she had been able to keep it under control, but this time, the blow was indeed too much for her to handle. Like a storm, it had shaken her faith.

Those with acute depression often oscillate between depression and violence. Instead of hurting others, they hurt themselves.

It was the same for Shannon. She needed to inflict injuries on her body. The pain was her only reminder that she was still alive.

She needed to survive, at least for John. Without her, he would be helpless and desolate.

After what she had done to Quinn, surely Sean would make her pay.

Indeed, he came to see Shannon after Quinn’ condition stabilized.

She was found prostrate on the bed. With ferocious aggressiveness, he clasped her shoulder and said, “Shannon, how could you be so cruel! After what you’ve done to Quinn in this lifetime, I am surprised that you have even gone so far as to try to take away her baby too!”

“Did you know the baby...”

Sean grasped her shoulder very tightly, but she did not even respond with the slightest stir.

He was wrathful with her lack of response. With mounting anger, he flipped her body around and seized her by the throat. "Explain yourself! How could you be so cruel!? You've killed our child. Are you trying to kill Quinn's baby, too?"

Some blood dripped on his hand, and finally, he realized something was not right about her.

Blood was oozing out from the corner of her mouth. With her eyes tightly shut, she looked rather frail and enfeebled. The skin on her arms was crisscrossed with many horrendous injuries. Like a broken doll, she looked weak and fragile.

How did she end up like this?

A wave of panic swept through him. "Shannon, wake up! Shannon, open your eyes! Doctor, doctor!"

He immediately pressed on the emergency button to call for a doctor. After a thorough examination, the doctors came to the conclusion that the blood was a symptom of her gastrointestinal bleeding. As for her arms, she was the one who inflicted the injuries.

The doctors told him that self-injury was a common sign of acute depression.

Sean was utterly confused about what had happened. Six years ago, she had left him for Julio Hayes and they had been together ever since. How did she get depressed?

What exactly happened during that time? Did she get depressed because he broke up with her?

Sean had no idea that Shannon had been imprisoned before. In fact, he could have easily found out about everything that she had been through over the past years, but he did not have the courage to face the truth.

He cared for her so much that he would rather let his cowardice get the better of him. Her attachment to Julio was the last thing that he wanted to see. 

Shannon went into a deep sleep for three days straight, and all this while, Sean was by her side. Firmly, he held her hand in his as he caressed her.

He planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. “Shannon, wake up. I’ll give you another chance if you just wake up.”

“You’ve always wanted a paternity test between me and John, right? I’ll do it if you wake up.”

Quinn stood at the door and could not help but overhear his monologue. She covered her mouth, trying to stop herself from crying out in alarm. She never thought that he would agree to the test.

Nothing could change the fact that John was his son. Her years of effort would all be in vain once he found out about John’s identity.

Therefore, there was no way she would allow that to happen. The test must not be conducted.

She glared defiantly at Shannon, who was still lying unconscious on the hospital bed. She would never truly get Sean’s heart as long as Shannon was still around. The obstacle must be eradicated. Shannon must die.

Shannon, I’ll only have peace of mind once you and John are both dead.

Sean caught sight of Ken’s hand on Shannon’s waist and scowled very subtly.

Under normal circumstances, Ken could have lost an arm.

However, Sean did not let any of his resentment show. Instead, he lifted the corners of his mouth and gave her a scornful smile as he said, “Is Mr. Hann interested in the lady that I’ve brought with me tonight?”

Ken stared at Shannon’s pretty face in amazement as he replied, “Beautiful, so beautiful.”

“If you’re interested, please, help yourself. Have fun.” Sean sneered at Shannon and continued, “All she cares about is money. She can be a bitch to anyone who pays.”

Ken was overjoyed. “Rest assured, my beautiful lady, that I have more than enough money to pay you. All you need to do is to please me, and the money will be all yours!”

“Here! Have a toast!”

Hurriedly, Ken offered her a brand new bottle of brandy.

The liquor was giving her a stomach ache,

Shannon felt as if she had just been struck by lightning. She would have already collapsed on the floor if she had not leaned against the wall for support.

‘Such absurd ludicrosity,’ she thought. Sean had just killed her child and yet he was ready to have another baby with this stepmother of hers.

Quinn looked at Shannon with hatred in her eyes. If she could, she would make Shannon feel bad in every way possible just to feel a little more at ease.

Meanwhile, Sean wept for her. The man of great power and strength was seen crying when he heard about the news of Shannon’s miscarriage. 

In a bar that was checkered with dazzling neon light, he sat there pondering over the news and wept bitter tears. Quinn was infuriated, for she could not accept that her man was crying over another woman.

Quinn looked at Shannon with an attitude of patronizing superiority. “Shannon, did you know why Sean wanted to terminate your pregnancy?”

“It is because he’s chosen me over you,” she added, hastily.


Chapter 7 A Living Hell