Chapter 250: Twenty-seventh Episode: Chapter 2-1 (2/2)

”What are you thinking about?”

Sasha E.'s line of sight had no focus. Moving along a straight line, she slowly shifted her gaze over. She saw Aya's tummy and the corners of her mouth curled up into a rare smile.

”Sinelli…” The mistress of Andrew raved. Her expression instantly brightened up. ”Perhaps even Romania… this can't be good!” Aya looked helplessly at Vijdeline. Vij could only spread her hands. ”Give it a rest, Aya, this is already considered pretty good!” Madam Sukhoi shrugged as if she was fortunate. ”At least she didn't say to you… be gone, prostitute!”

Aya could not help but place her fingers on her forehead. Just what is this?

”Sasha….” The Countess clasped the family mistress' hand. ”What must be said have all been said! What needs to be done have all been done! What do you intend to do? Drag us together to be buried along with Sinelli or Romania?”

Sasha E. was indifferent and turned her head away, merely squirming her lips. This way, no one could make out what she was mumbling about.

Aya heaved a sigh. She gestured to the maid to bring over a new bowl of wheat soup. ”Come on Sasha, buckle up. Don't let everyone suffer from this living hell any longer!”

The Countess said this while using a soup spoon to scoop up a spoonful of wheat soup, carefully bringing it to the mistress' mouth.

Once the wheat soup had entered her mouth, Sasha did not know how to swallow. The golden wheat juice again spilled out from the corner of her mouth. Aya could only keep wiping with the napkin and fed her a second time. After a brief period of bustling, she was fed a third time… When it was the seventh time, the front of Sasha's cotton pajamas was already soaked through with soup stains. Aya suddenly glared. She sprang up from her seat on the bed abruptly and flung the soup bowl in her hand far away.

The tableware shattered, seeming to have even knocked down one of the furnishings in the bedroom. The maids pulled their heads back in horror. Even the usually composed Madam Vijdeline was so startled by the Countess' sudden surge of rage and the sound of tableware shattering that she was left shivering from head to foot.

Aya watched Sasha E. who had remained indifferent all the while. Her hand was trembling, but a moment later, she used her trembling hands to lift the mistress' hair. The powerful force took Sasha's whole body away from the bed, which was later thrown heavily onto the backboard of the bed.

”Aya! What are you doing?” Vijdeline came forwards in alarm, but Aya's glare made her subconsciously stop in her tracks.

”What am I doing?” the Countess shot back. ”I want everyone to see just how awful the great mistress of the Andrew Family, the great mistress of the God-chosen Warriors have become!”

Sasha E. did not seem to have any idea what the woman with a big belly before her was going on about. She continued to gasp, enduring the sudden affliction to her head and back silently. However, such a level of pain was simply insignificant compared to the pain of miscarriage. Sasha just groaned and rolled to the side.

Aya held the family mistress' chin. The previous Narcisuss Corolla had already become a pitiful creature through and through. The education that the countess received did not allow her to take pity on the weak. Her previous love and sympathy for Sasha was already the bottom limit of what Aeolia could offer. Since the family mistress did not even care about the dignity and decency of her body, who cared whether what she was going through was really that miserable?

”Everyone, come and see!” Aya said while tearing Sasha's cotton pajamas to shreds. The maids hid away one after another. They could not face the mistress' devastating white flesh and chest that was so skinny that her ribs were showing.

”This… this is the mistress of Andrew!” a series of actions and her heavy belly made the countess gasp for breath, but she did not intend to just let off the pitiful creature lying limply on the bed.

Aya personally fetched a new bowl of wheat soup and cursed away while grabbing the chin of the mistress of Andrew. Then after, without room for explanations, she poured the wheat soup in. The boiling hot soup finally scalded so bad that she thrashed vigorously, but Aya was unwilling to give up! Her fingers left ghastly, bloody scars by the mistress' lips. She ignored Sasha's shout, ignored the soup that was spurting out from the mistress' nose. She slapped Sasha in the face like a madwoman, and then when Sasha E. had no strength left to resist, she followed by pouring the bowl of hot soup down her throat.

Aya lashed out and scolded loudly. She reprimanded Sasha's weakness and timidity. She said that Sasha was a stupid woman that could not even protect her own child. She even said that everyone's compassion and love for Sasha should have all been fed to the worthless dogs!

”Enough…”

Aya shook off Vijdeline who had come to grab her from behind. This rare chance allowed the mistress of Andrew to break free of the madwoman's control. Aya spat under her breath. Her eyes had an ominous glint. With a thrust of her hand, she caught hold of Sasha E. again. The mistress shrieked and bit Aya's wrist, but the countess stubbornly frowned and stood her ground. Aya gave a forceful swipe of the back of her hand, with a distinct slap; the female beast that had bitten her was immediately flung down the bed.

”Get back here…” Aya did not seem to want to give up yet. She caught hold of Sasha's ankle and pulled with all her might. The mistress of Andrew, whose courage had shattered after having been beaten, had no choice but to cry out in a loud voice, kicking her limbs continuously!

”Oscar… save me… Oscar…” Sasha's screams and shouts finally made Madam Vijdeline, who was coldly watching everything unfold at the side, lose her temper. She embraced the mad Aeolia from behind. The maids that were stunned for a long while also came rushing up one after another. They attempted to separate the two women who were tearing at and grappling with each other.

”Huuu…” the infuriated Countess suddenly let out an anguished groan. The thrashing Sasha, of all places, landed a kick on her huge belly. Aya quickly slumped onto the ground. Large beads of cold sweat dripped from her forehead and she panted violently while crying out in pain loudly.

”Oh God of Light! Just what is this?” detecting something really bad unfolding, Madam Sukhoi's face paled. ”Percy!” Percy!” Come quick!”

Poison Doctor Percy, who had followed Oscar for many years, could already switch profession and open up a gynecology hospital. The great master of poison whose head was getting progressively more white hair rushed into the chaotic bedroom within half a minute. He did not have time to understand what was going on and merely ripped open Aeolia's skirts without any explanations. He then stuffed a length of wooden cork into the mouth of the countess who was tortured close to hysteria by the pain.

Percy's palm palpated Aya's huge belly for a brief while. The condition did not appear to be that serious. The fetal position was normal and there were no signs of massive hemorrhage. He really could not fathom just what Oscar's women were doing.

The poison doctor examined while eyeing the great mistress with an astonished look, but Aya caught hold of him by the collar.

”Don't mind her! She is insane! Quickly check and see just how my child is doing”

The poison doctor rolled his eyes. He had no choice but to provide his undivided attention into examining the Countess' lower body. The wooden opening device seemed to have caused Aeolia pain. The Countess let out wails after wails. Percy started to tense up. There was no problem with the fetus, was there? The response of the Head of the Andrew's Military Investigation Bureau was a little too intense, was it not?

”Oscar... save me... Oscar...” Sasha cowered at the corner of the bed, but the Countess' howls of pain broke her train of thought.

The people in the room were constantly moving and the room was filled with all kinds of shouting. Sasha's brain was in a state of confusion. She saw countless concerned eyes, heard heart-wrenching cries so devastating that it could give one nightmares! She had a splitting headache and she did not know where she was. She could only try her best to keep her teeth from biting her tongue that was shivering and numb and had a continuously bitter taste on it. What was wrong with her? What were all the people doing?

The countless shadows that flitted pass suddenly formed into a scene. Sasha saw blood, a massive amount of blood, gushing out from below! In an instant, it had stained the white bed sheets red. The brilliant, despairing red filled her entire field of vision in a flash!

That was right, there was still Percy! What was Percy doing? He had an inexplicable instrument in his hand and on it was blood. Blood was everywhere! Gushing out, continuously gushing!

”Argh--” a tragic cry scared the wits out of Sasha so badly that she bit the back of her hand fiercely. Poison Doctor Percy spread his hands innocently. He stared dumbstruck at the Countess who was continuously struggling and screaming loudly. It seemed… it seemed as if no one had even touched her.

A pair of withered, pale hands suddenly entered the people's field of vision. Aya glanced over and suddenly stopped shouting. She gazed at the pair of hands that was drawing ever closer, expectantly.

Sasha and the Countess' fingers clasped together. The mistress of the Andrew Family had tears streaming down her cheeks.

”Aya… are you alright? Aya…”

Aeolia slowly opened his mouth, but her tears instantly drowned out her words. Sasha's eyes were bright and clear and were filled with apprehension.

”I… I'm okay… mistress!” the Countess stroked Sasha's red and swollen face that she had slapped. She choked up for a long time before spitting the words out with difficulty.

Sasha turned towards the Percy who was welled up with a swirling mix of emotions. ”You must save the child… save Oscar's child…”

The poison doctor wiped his eyes. ”Rest assured… the child has been saved… he's saved!”