Mia shook her head vigorously, subconsciously gripping her phone tightly, biting her lip and looking at Lambert, hoping he would give her a chance to explain.
"Give it to me," Lambert said, grabbing her wrist with one hand, his cold eyes locked onto hers like a blade, carrying an overwhelming force.
"No..." Mia's lips moved, urgently trying to mouth a word. She wanted to say: "It's not what you think." But only one pitiful word came out.
Lambert's eyes were full of anger: "Don't make me say it for the third time, bring it here."
In a split second, Mia saw countless emotions of contempt in his eyes—mockery, disdain, and disgust—conveyed through just one sentence.
His grip on her wrist was tight, and she felt as if her bones might be crushed. He snatched the phone from her hand, forcibly gripping her thumb and unlocking it.
A glaring message immediately appeared in his pupils: "Mia, if you're doing well, I wish you all the best. If you're not, tell me, I'm always here."
It was a series of unfamiliar phone numbers. When Daniel had left in a hurry, Mia hadn't had time to save the contact.
Then, the phone vibrated slightly in Lambert's hand—it was a WeChat friend request from Daniel.
"Mia, you're more cunning than I thought." Lambert's voice was chilling, as if the temperature and pressure in the room had dropped significantly, leaving the air stifling.
Mia watched as Lambert deleted the message, then threw the phone onto the ground, smashing it into several pieces.
Tears uncontrollably spilled from her eyes. A strong hand yanked her arm, making her lose balance and fall toward the ground.
"Ah!" As she was about to hit the floor, Mia opened her mouth, making a terrible sound. She kept her hands protectively over her stomach, closing her eyes, bracing herself for Lambert's punishment.
To her surprise, she didn't fall to the ground. Instead, she landed safely in Lambert's arms, her head resting against his chest.
Could it be that he still cared for her? As Mia thought this, Lambert's large hand suddenly pressed against her neck. With a small amount of force, he could easily snap her neck.
"How is it, Mia? Has the Wenshte family treated you poorly, or have I treated you badly? Tell me, who is this lover? What's their name?"
He knew she wouldn't speak, yet he still chose to humiliate her in this way.
Lambert's handsome face loomed large before Mia, and she was shocked that their first close encounter was him humiliating her.
"Stop with the tears, Mia. I underestimated you," he said coldly, his voice filled with suppressed anger that buzzed in her ears.
His hand on her delicate neck tightened more and more, until she opened her mouth, gasping for air, but his grip wouldn't loosen.
Today, for the first time, Mia truly felt what it was like to face death.
Oxygen deprivation, suffocation, darkness.
Mia slowly closed her eyes, her hand still weakly gripping the corner of Lambert's shirt, then it fell limp.
"Mr. Wenshte, there is still a child inside her," Ethan spoke up from the side, holding his breath. Mr. Wenshte had never been this abnormal before.
Lambert suddenly released her, and Mia, pale as a ghost, collapsed onto the floor like a pile of mud. She didn't open her eyes for a long time.
"Don't play dead, get up," Lambert said with a slight furrow in his brows, extending his long leg from the wheelchair and tapping the ground with his foot. There was no response.
Ethan quickly called for a doctor. Fortunately, both Mia and the baby were fine, though she had fainted from the shock.
Lambert sat coldly in his wheelchair, silent. The doctor didn't dare ask what had happened, and after giving Mia an IV, hurriedly left.
After ensuring she was okay, Lambert left the hospital.
To the outside world, he remained the loving and dependable husband, always concerned for his wife's safety, tirelessly coming to care for her at the hospital.
But who knew that every time he came to see Mia, it was to question her for some wrongdoing?
When Jennifer heard the news, she rushed to the hospital in a panic. Lambert was truly mad. If no one had called her to warn her, Mia might have been dead before she even knew it.
Jennifer immediately called Lambert to ask about the situation. When she learned it was Mia's fault, her anger intensified.
She barged into the hospital room, forcefully sitting in the chair beside Mia's bed, glaring at her with reproach: "Since you married Lambert, you should have cut off those other relationships. Don't blame Lambert for losing his temper. Any man would find this intolerable. You're a smart person, so how could you be so foolish this time? And let Lambert catch you red-handed?"
She hadn't done anything shameful, yet the Wenshte family had already decided she was guilty, refusing to even give her a chance to explain.
Still, Mia shook her head. Even though Jennifer didn't know sign language, Mia continued to defend herself in sign language: "It's not what you think. Daniel and I are innocent. We've never crossed boundaries."
"Alright, there's no use explaining now that things have happened. Just don't meet with that Daniel again. You've angered Lambert, and you know his temper. Don't think I can protect you and the child if things escalate. You think the Wenshte family listens to me?" Jennifer interrupted impatiently.
She pulled out a new phone from her bag, picked up the SIM card from the floor, and shoved both into Mia's hands. The meaning couldn't be clearer.
Anger Lambert, and he would make a mistake. When the baby was born, Lambert would be labeled a murderer, and everything in the family would be hers without a struggle.
Thinking of this, Jennifer's gaze softened considerably as she looked at Mia. "Don't worry about Lambert. I'll help you get out of this."