&quot;No!&quot;

 I stood frozen, my eyes wide as I watched the scene unfold. Tears spilled uncontrollably from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks, mingling with the sharp sting of pain as they mixed with the blood.

 &quot;Dad!&quot;

 &quot;I'm sorry!&quot;

 &quot;It’s all my fault!&quot;

 Because of me, after my father’s death, he’s been insulted like this!

 I writhed violently on the ground, trying to stand.

 A man stepped on my back, pinning me down so I couldn’t move.

 Delilah looked on, savoring my despair, and sneered, &quot;She’s yours now. You’d better ruin her. That filthy slut. I don’t believe Alexander will still want her after this!&quot;

 With that, she turned and walked away.

 The three men leered at me, their eyes scanning me hungrily. They flipped me over, groping my body as they roughly tore at my clothes.

 &quot;This woman’s got a nice body! Big, too!&quot; One

Alexander's POV

 Hospital.

 The medical staff emerged from the emergency room.

 I immediately stood up. &quot;Doctor, how is Vivienne?&quot;

 The doctor removed his mask and sighed. &quot;The pregnant woman is at risk of miscarriage. She needs to stay on bed rest to protect the fetus. Her facial injuries are external, but once healed, with proper scar treatment and some therapy, they shouldn’t leave any noticeable marks.&quot;

 Pregnant?

 Miscarriage?

 I froze in place, stunned. After a long silence, I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, &quot;What did you say? Vivienne... she's pregnant?&quot;

 The doctor looked at me, clearly surprised.

 Then, with a sharp tone, he asked, &quot;What kind of husband are you? Your wife is four months pregnant, and this is the first you're hearing of it?&quot;

 My expression stiffened, and I could hardly believe what I was hearing. &quot;Fou

&quot;It’s definitely her! The Vanguard Global Enterprises office building is right on Silverwood Avenue!&quot; Delilah shouted sharply, her eyes glued to Vivienne in the surveillance footage, a flash of resentment flickering in her gaze.

 Suddenly, something seemed to click in her mind, and she cursed, &quot;Margaret Stone! It must be that damn Margaret Stone! No wonder she looked so familiar when I first saw Vivienne!&quot;

 Miles had been involved with Margaret Stone before he got married, and now, even after marriage, he was still in contact with her!

 After more than twenty years, Vivienne—this bitch—had once again stolen her daughter’s man!

 What a cruel twist of fate! Mother and daughter—both of them were the same kind of lowlife!

 Unable to live without a man!

 Isabella still couldn’t believe it—how could such a coincidence happen? Vivienne was actually her father’s illegit

&quot;No!&quot;

 I stood frozen, my eyes wide as I watched the scene unfold. Tears spilled uncontrollably from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks, mingling with the sharp sting of pain as they mixed with the blood.

 &quot;Dad!&quot;

 &quot;I'm sorry!&quot;

 &quot;It’s all my fault!&quot;

 Because of me, after my father’s death, he’s been insulted like this!

 I writhed violently on the ground, trying to stand.

 A man stepped on my back, pinning me down so I couldn’t move.

 Delilah looked on, savoring my despair, and sneered, &quot;She’s yours now. You’d better ruin her. That filthy slut. I don’t believe Alexander will still want her after this!&quot;

 With that, she turned and walked away.

 The three men leered at me, their eyes scanning me hungrily. They flipped me over, groping my body as they roughly tore at my clothes.

 &quot;This woman’s got a nice body! Big, too!&quot; One of the men smirked as he touched me inappropriately.

 &quot;She’s Alexander’s woman, so it’s worth

Chapter 132