In the dimly lit hospital corridor, the ghastly bloodstains on Luca Stone's white shirt were far less turbulent than the raging storm in his heart. The doctor's words pierced his eardrums like ice picks: "She and the baby are both in danger. We need your signature." His fingertips trembled as he scrawled heavily on the document, growling, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable: "At all costs, save the... child!" However, the medical report the doctor handed him, like a poisoned blade, instantly tore open the fortress he had built in his heart. The DNA test results, those cold, stark words, branded themselves onto his eyes like a curse: Luca Stone, is the child's biological father. Back in the luxurious yet sepulchral office, Luca's shock transformed into an incandescent rage. Like a predatory wolf, he rummaged through Scarlett's bag and pulled out a pregnancy test. Two glaring red lines, like fresh blood, burned into his vision. He slammed it onto the heavy desk with a dull thud, his voice low and dangerous, every word sharp as a blade: "You knew you were pregnant all along. You wanted to go back to the asylum just to keep this bastard child, didn't you?" Scarlett's face instantly went ashen, as if all life had been drained from her. She was terrifyingly calm, like a frozen lake: "Yes, you're right." This unruffled admission completely snapped Luca's remaining sanity. He suddenly gripped her throat, his knuckles white from the force, his eyes burning with the madness of betrayal: "You dare... betray me?!" Scarlett struggled, tears blurring her vision, her chest heaving violently from suffocation. She felt her soul being torn, crying out hoarsely: "Luca, kill me!" He sneered, a whisper like Satan's, and abruptly let go. Scarlett slumped helplessly to the floor, clutching her lower abdomen, like a wounded young animal. "What? Don't want to keep the child now?" Luca's voice carried endless despair and threat, every word like a nail hammered into her heart. "You told me David had been taking care of you, and now I find out you're carrying... *my* child?!" He roared, his voice shaking the entire room, "I don't care whose bastard child this is. If you insist on bringing it into the world, then be ready to suffer torments in hell, both you and it!" Scarlett clutched her stomach, crying out with heart-wrenching agony, that sound seeming to tear through the darkness: "It's not his! I don't know whose it is! I was framed..." But Luca was no longer listening, his gaze cold and resolute, like the deepest, coldest pool in hell. This child would be an indelible curse between them. Scarlett's pleas were pale and powerless, and this innocent little life, from the moment of its conception, was destined to fall into hell. To avenge his father's death due to medical malpractice, Luca retaliates against Scarlett, the daughter of the attending doctor, by throwing her into a mental hospital for torture and humiliation. But what his heart keeps telling him is...