Mr Ceo's Pregnant Ex-Wife

The door inside the dimly-lit room opened. Without looking back, Lucas felt someone entered. Before the man even spoke, he knew exactly that it was Vince Greyson.

"Is the child alright?" Vince asked, his voice calm and composed.

"The child is dead... I'm so sorry, I couldn't save her." Lucas said, turning towards his direction.

He stared at Vince with his paper-blank expression. His fingers were secretly curled into a tight ball behind his back. It took him an incredible amount of self-restraint not to pounce at the man and beat the shit out of him for treating a four year old girl like a prisoner.

It broke his heart that the four year old angel needed to suffer like this. She was so thin as if she barely ate for months. Her face and body was full of dirt. It made him wonder when was the last time she'd taken a bath. Her fragile right hand was bound with a shackle as if to make sure that she could not run away. She wasn't treated like a human but an animal.

"W-what h-happened?" Vince asked, he hadn't recovered from the shock yet. His brows furrowed as he surveyed the lifeless child on top of the bed.

Not yet convinced, he rushed to the child's side and felt the pulse on his wrists… there was none. His fingers moved to the child's neck and checked the spot for a sign of life…. There was none either.

It's all your fault, Vince! Lucas snapped but he didn't say the words aloud. Instead with a treacherous calm demeanor his gaze shifted back to him. "You called a doctor an hour too late. If only you called a doctor earlier or sent the child to the nearest hospital she would still be alive."

Lucas picked his duffel bag from the floor. He didn't wait for Vince to say anything. He immediately made a beeline straight to the door and slammed it with more force than required.

The tall, armed man who ushered him to the room a while ago was standing in the hallway, and waiting for him. When he saw Lucas, the man motioned him to follow until they were outside the house. They resumed walking until they reached the rusty gates.

One of the armed men unlocked the gates and swung it open. Lucas hastily stepped outside and breathed a huge sigh of relief when the cold whistling wind caressed his cheeks. It felt so good to walk out of the house alive, he thought to himself as he walked through the trees where he left the man earlier.

The man was still there lying on the ground and he was still unconscious. He slung the heavy man over his shoulder and carried him all the way to his car then threw him on the backseat. 

He climbed into the driver's seat and turned the engine on and he dispatched the car to a distance where it couldn't be spotted easily. Before he moved out of the car, he took the man's phone and his wallet to make it look like a robbery happened.

He realized he was still wearing the white coat as he moved out of the car. He quickly took it off, threw it inside and closed the door before he returned back to his car.

For the umpteenth time, he glanced at his wristwatch. He patiently waited for Vince's car to emerge from the gates. For sure, he is going to think of a way to dispatch Vien's body.

Moments later, the old rusty gates pulled open and Vince's black Ford emerged. The car sped and Lucas waited until it was out of his sight before he followed.

For straight thirty minutes, they kept on driving until Vince finally pulled into a stop in front of a large dumpsite. Over a distance, he watched as Vince opened his car compartment and pulled a large body bag.

He carried it through the huge pile of garbage before he hurriedly hopped inside the car and drove away from the site before anyone could see him.

When Vince was gone, Lucas pushed the door open. He forgot to close the door in his haste. He ran to the huge pile of garbage and grabbed the body bag Vince mercilessly discarded like trash.

He unzipped the bag and there he saw Vien's cold body lying inside. Relief washed through him. He didn't waste any second and carried the seemingly lifeless body of the child into the backseat of his car.

Vien's body was so cold… Her pulse seems nonexistent… No doubt that Vince believed that she was dead. However, it is only the effect of the fluid he injected into her body a while ago. The fluid could stop a person's heartbeat for an hour and make it look as if the body died. But if the body doesn't receive the antidote after the allotted time, the person will eventually die.

Lucas Nicholas opened the secret compartment beneath the driver's seat and he produced a box from inside. He fumbled with the lock on the box and he pulled it open.

He grabbed the tiny vial from inside and pulled it open. He then grabbed the syringe and filled it with the fluid from the vial.

His shaking hand took the child's thin hands and injected the fluid into her veins. When he heard the child soft gasp, he let go of the breath he wasn't aware he was still holding.

He was so relieved that he was able to take Vien away from Vince Greyson's evil grasp. He felt as if he achieved something big knowing the pitiful child was out of the hellhole where his uncle imprisoned her

After he made sure that Vien was secured on the back seat of the car, he climbed out, closed the backseat door and hopped into the driver's seat.

The engine roared to life and he pushed the accelerator on so he would reach the hospital quickly. He threw frequent glances on the backseat of his car, checking if Vien was alright.

"She is safe now." He mumbled with a soft sigh of relief.