Chapter 375

When Winnie saw the scene in the ward, everything inside her seemed to freeze.

Ray didn't hold back, cursing in her ear, "Do you think you can captivate Lawrence with your tricks? Let me tell you, Lawrence will never let go of Darcy! As long as something happens to her, Lawrence will rush over to protect her without hesitation. Both you and him have divorced. Why do you want to be a mistress who ruins someone else's wedding? Don't you think you're shameful?"

Seeing Winnie not speaking, Olivia became angry and couldn't help but shout at Ray, "Are all you men blind? Darcy was the mistress who destroyed Winnie and Lawrence's marriage back then! Can't you see that? Mr. Ray, you've always been Darcy's unsuccessful pursuer, what a pity for Laura."

"Olivia, please choose your words carefully," Ray sneered, glaring at her.

Winnie remained unresponsive, her expression appearing scattered and somewhat absurd as she glanced into the room. On the bed, Darcy cried earnestly, her demeanor serious while the man holding her face looked tense, his brows furrowed with concern.

Darcy bit down on the man's shirt and whimpered, "Lawrence, it hurts so much."

Lawrence furrowed his brows and gently pressed on her injured leg.

Darcy leaned over his shoulder and looked toward the door, crying but with a faint smile on her lips. Her eyes met Winnie's. She stared at Winnie with a sense of satisfaction in her heart and gave her a look as if saying, "You think you can have Lawrence just like that? I've taken certain measures, and Lawrence came back to me."

Just when Darcy thought Winnie would leave with a broken heart, the woman actually came in.

There was a knock on the door and when Lawrence turned his head, his face instantly stiffened. His gaze locked onto Winnie, feeling an unfamiliar sense of guilt and anxiety.

His eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he instinctively let go of Darcy, quickly walking up to Winnie. "Winnie... why are you here?"

Winnie stood there motionless, and the guilt in the man's eyes seemed to intensify. The truth, though often absurd, could also be painfully hurtful. She felt foolish and blind for thinking that Lawrence finally had a bit of clarity.

Her lips were red and glistening, her eyes cool and composed. With a bitter smile, she said, "Lawrence, what about the promise you made to me?"

Lawrence was speechless, a sense of weightlessness flashed through his mind as he walked toward her in a slight panic. "Winnie, please understand. She threatened to commit suicide and it's serious. I had to come and check on her, making sure she didn't harm herself."

Winnie gently pushed away the man's strong arm, tilting her head toward the weak Darcy on the bed. She sneered, "One moment you were making dinner for me in my kitchen, and now you have to deal with her. Why don't you just make her a meal while you're here?"

Lawrence heard her sarcasm and his facial features stiffened, his heart sinking. She didn't have to mock him like this. He already explained himself, but she just couldn't to understand that things had changed and he didn't intentionally break his promise.

Darcy, listening to Winnie's veiled show, was also infuriated. This evil woman intentionally disgusted her. It seemed that Mr. Rodriguez only came to see her after leaving Winnie's house.

Darcy immediately looked at Lawrence with a pitiful and tearful gaze. "I know it was my mistake this time. Winnie..."

Darcy suddenly struggled to get up, crawling toward Winnie with a bloody leg, pitifully begging, "I beg you, can you return Lawrence to me? I have considered giving him up for you, but my heart really hurts. Without him, I can't go on. I just love him so much! You've lived well for the past three years without Lawrence. Plus, you can have a few new boyfriends. But if I lose him, I won't be able to survive. Please, spare me this time."

Darcy's humble posture and poignant tears stunned Lawrence as he processed the information she conveyed.

Ray also rushed in angrily, glaring at Winnie. "You were the one who posted that cheating video at the wedding? Winnie, how malicious can you be? You purposely destroyed Darcy's reputation. Lawrence, look at her, how shameless she is!"

Lawrence frowned, looking at Winnie, his expression unreadable.

Winnie stared at Darcy and smiled, refusing to be affected by the mockery about her alleged multiple boyfriends. Darcy had no right to make such comments. With an air of calm disdain, Winnie's lips curled in contempt as she spoke, "Darcy, even though you faced death tonight, you still seem to have plenty of energy to curse others. I won't expose your video. Instead, I'll wait for you to publicly release the video of me being framed for 'chip theft' by being pushed into the lab. Then, feel free to call the police to arrest me, all right?"

Her gaze fell on Lawrence, as if intentionally. "Lawrence, haven't you received the fabricated evidence of me being accused of stealing the chip by Mr. Stewart?"

The man's face twitched slightly. With a serious expression on his face, Lawrence looked at Darcy.

In Darcy's eyes, there was a sudden change, accompanied by a flicker of panic. Winnie had exposed her intention to display a video at the wedding that she had orchestrated to make it look like it was Winnie who had stolen the chip from the lab, indirectly exposing Darcy's motive which was to create a rift between Mr. Rodriguez and Winnie. Little did Darcy expect that Winnie would discover Mr. Stewart's actions and hand them over to Lawrence.

"What is Winnie saying? I have no evidence that you stole the chip. I have no idea what Mr. Stewart did. Otherwise, why wouldn't I have released it?" Darcy quickly feigned distress, clutching her abdomen and starting to cough severely.

"Why are you arguing with such a malicious woman like her? Darcy, you're so innocent, you won't win against her." Ray, seeing her pale face, ran over and shouted at the doctor, "Doctor, quickly examine her!"

Lawrence's eyes were full of complexity. With the audio evidence Winnie handed over in his hands, it proved that Darcy had planned everything.

Listening to Ray, Winnie smiled and walked over to the edge of the bed with interest. "Darcy, you conveniently have a weak cough whenever you can't win an argument. It's quite peculiar. Despite recent injuries, being kidnapped and beaten, suffering from alcohol-induced gastric bleeding, and falling from the building with sliced wrist, how come you're still not dead? Is it because of your strong will to live or pretending to be sick? Should I, as an expert in medicine, take a look?"

"That's enough from you!" Ray pointed at Winnie with an anguished expression. "How can you curse someone like that, you wicked woman?"

"Winnie, why do you misunderstand me like this? Who would joke about their own life?" Darcy continued to clutch her abdomen.

"Lawrence, why don't you drag her out? Don't you see how she keeps provoking Darcy?" Ray was infuriated.

Winnie sneered and relentlessly approached, saying, "Let me take a look at the wound on Darcy's wrist. Darcy, it would be nice if it hasn't healed yet."

"Don't come near. Lawrence, I beg you, make Winnie leave me alone. Remember when she beat me up and forced me to get my stomach pumped in the hospital? Have you forgotten? Winnie seems to hold a grudge against me. She knows how to throw punches; she's very dangerous. I really can't bear any more harm tonight."

Lawrence furrowed his brows, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out with his large hand to stop her. "Winnie, stop messing around."

"Am I messing around?" Winnie's face showed no emotion, but her eyes were cold. "I say something, and you don't believe me. Even if you do, you will protect her."