Chapter 806

Flavia Cartwright’s death would save her a lot of trouble.
Unlike Dowager Vance’s coldness, Quinton’s face turned pale upon hearing the news. He grabbed the butler’s shoulders, his eyes bloodshot, and demanded, “Say that again! What did you say happened to Flavia? Say it again!”
Cold sweat beaded on the butler’s forehead. “Young… Young Master, Miss Cartwright is hemorrhaging. She’s not going to make it!”
It felt as if all the strength had been drained from Quinton’s body in an instant.
Flavia Cartwright had always been in good health.
It was just an abortion! How could she be dying?
“You’re lying to me!” Quinton said furiously. “You’re lying, aren’t you?”
The butler wiped the sweat from his brow. He had never seen Quinton show this much affection for Flavia Cartwright before. Why was he reacting so strongly to the news?
The butler could only steel himself and repeat his words.
“Ah!”
After hearing the butler’s words clearly, Quinton let out a pained roar and then ran like a madman towards The Western Clinic.
He moved so fast.
It startled Dowager Vance, who quickly ordered, “Quick, quick! Have someone follow the Young Master.”
Her son had always been a deeply emotional person.
Plus, he and Flavia Cartwright had grown up together. With Flavia suddenly gone, Quinton would be the one to take it the hardest.
Inside the small clinic.
Flavia Cartwright lay on the cold operating table, her face ashen as she stared at the surgical light above her.
She was clinging to her last breath, her life flashing before her eyes.
She remembered the first time she met Old Mr. Vance at the orphanage. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs
Old Mr. Vance was very kind. He had started growing a beard in his twenties, and
by the time he was forty, it was quite long.
When he smiled, his eyes would crinkle into a line, making him seem very approachable.
Old Mr. Vance had squatted down in
front of her, smiling as he extendect
a hand. “Little girl, would you like to
come home with me?”
Flavia Cartwright had nodded. “I would.”
Flavia had been an orphan since birth, growing up in an orphanage. in by Old Mance would be the start of a happy life.
She thought being tatart of
She never imagined.
It was the beginning of a nightmare.
Because she was raised as a ward for the Vance family, she couldn’t refuse Quinton.
She had no right to refuse him.
She was like Quinton’s slave.
Whatever Quinton wanted her to do, she had to do it. No matter when or where, if Quinton had a need, she had to serve him.
To the Vance family, she and Quinton were childhood sweethearts, their bond deep.
But no one knew.
How dark, how disgusting Quinton was. He was like a madman!
Obstinate and violent.
Because Quinton was five years older than her, and boys matured earlier, she hadn’t had a single good
daying at the Vance
family.
Quinton was very fond of his new toy.
When he was happy, he would smile at her.
When he was unhappy, he would trample and humiliate her without mercy.
All these years.
Officially, she had only had three abortions.
In reality, she had had many more.
Flavia Cartwright couldn’t even remember when the first one was.
She was only in her twenties. She didn’t know how her life had ended up like this.