Chapter 7

　　“Am I dead?”

　　In the quiet ward, Jane\'s eyelashes moved slightly and opened slowly. The pale ceiling greeted her with a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

　　“This is a VIP ward.”

　　Jane turns her head and sees that she is lying on a soft bed, the straps on her wrist are gone, and the worn areas are covered with gauze.

　　“Didn\'t he want my life, why did he save-”

　　Squeak.

　　The door pushes open and a tall figure walks in facing the sunlight.

　　Jane\'s pupils shrink, she uses all her strength to prop up her body, and shouts hoarsely, \"Liam! You-\"

　　\"Janie!\" She interrupts her.

　　\"Mom?\" Jane could hardly believe her eyes and even forgets to breathe. Her heart is happy but her throat is choking.

　　Just behind Liam, a nurse walks in pushing a wheelchair, and the thin woman sits happily. Her mother is alive.

　　Liam took the wheelchair and politely motioned the nurse to leave.

　　\"Mom, you’re not-\" Jane didn\'t dare to blink, for fear that as soon as she closes her eyes, she would lose her again.

　　\"Janie, why are you so thin?\" Jane’s mother distressingly took her daughter\'s hand, \"Liam said, you have been in a coma and have been recuperating.\"

　　\"...yes.” Jane tries to be perfunctory in a panic.

　　She dares not to excite her mothers emotions in fear that it may worsen her heart desease. She has concealed the breakup with Liam till today, only saying that he went abroad for further studies.

　　\"I was in a car accident. Liam transferred blood from the blood bank and rescued me.\" Her mother shook her hand, \"Liam is a man worthy of trust. My only wish is that the two of you will grow old.\"

　　Jane couldn\'t answer, she was so depressed that she was going crazy.

　　Her mother was very weak. She didn\'t even have the strength to open her mouth without saying a few words. Liam asks the nurse outside to push her away.

　　Jane sits on the side of the bed and speaks in a low voice. \"Liam, thank you-\"

　　\"You are pregnant.\" He interrupts coldly.

　　Her heart twitches fiercely and she touches her belly in disbelief.

　　\"But your body is too weak, and you need to take care of your baby.\" Liam pulls a chair and sits down without the joy of being a new father.

　　Jane lowers her eyes, thinking that no matter what she did, as long as her mother is alive.

　　Even if she can\'t meet her child for the rest of her life.

　　Seeing her submissive look, he frowns in disgust and speaks coldly.

　　\"Your mother\'s heart surgery isn’t done yet. I will try to keep her alive. You take good care of the baby. If there is any problem with the child, you know the consequences.\"

　　Jane\'s heart felt stabbed. He brought her mother over to threaten her. \"Understood?\"

　　She whispers a response, no longer having any extravagant hopes in her heart. He is a customer buying something and they only have a bargain.

　　Liam nods and continues, \"When mother was alive she really wanted me to have plenty of children. After you give birth to this child, give me another one.\"

　　Jane\'s shoulders trembles, her fingers tightens.

　　\"How many do you want?\"

　　\"I haven’t thought about it yet. You can’t leave this place until I’m satisfied.\"

　　Jane sat silently on her breast, and the dim light in her heart went out little by little.

　　For him, she is a birthing tool.

　　Maybe she will be imprisoned here for the rest of her life, conceiving and giving birth like an animal.

　　A nurse opens the door and walks in and she places a dinner plate on the table. Jane has no appetite and she plucks up the courage to negotiate with him, \"Liam, we agreed on only one pregnancy.\"

　　There was no change on Liam\'s handsome face as if he hadn\'t heard anything, he pointed to the plate. \"Can I have a taste of that food? I hope it has tofu.\"

　　\"Liam!\"

　　Jane couldn\'t help raising her voice. She didn\'t want to be used as a tool in the next few years, or even more. She is but a person of flesh and blood.

　　Liam slowly raises his head, his handsome face stares coldly at her, \"Want me to feed you?\"

　　His voice plays as low as a cello. His smile arches, capable of melting a woman\'s heart.

　　Liam\'s tone was extremely cold, causing Jane to fight a cold war. She realizes his satire.

　　When they were in love, Jane suffered a severe flu, Liam watched over her for a full week. Prescribing her medicine and meals.

　　The two were so affectionate that everyone in the hospital was envious.

　　\"Liam, I don\'t want to eat-\"

　　“Hh!” Liam stands up and swats the plate to the wall behind her.

　　She looks up in horror, looking at him speechless.

　　\"I forgot to tell you.\" His eyes flashing cruelty and ice, \"If you want your mother to starve to death, don\'t eat.\"

　　\"What do you mean?\" Her heart suddenly tightens.

　　\"As a punishment for your self-harm, you breaking your head, no one gave your mother food for the whole three days of your coma, only infusion.\"

　　Jane stares at him blankly, she couldn\'t believe her ears, as if thousands of arrows pierce into her chest.

　　“No wonder my mother was so weak that she couldn\'t even speak, her arm was full of needle marks and bruises.”

　　\"My mother- She’s a patient, how could you!\" Jane shook her head painfully, \"She still likes you so much!\"

　　\"It has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with you.”

　　Liam was indifferent. With a bleak expression on his face, \"From now on, your mother can get as much as you eat. If you go on a hunger strike, your mother will get nothing, including medicine.\"

　　Jane\'s heart aches, her body trembles uncontrollably.

　　She hated herself. She thought that she was the one who was suffering in hell, but she didn\'t expect her mother to be dragged in as well.

　　\"Liam! No! I\'ll show it to you!\"

　　Jane struggles to slide down the bed, she desperately grabs the food on the floor and stuffs them into her mouth.