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The standoff continued when Charlotte suddenly bent over, clutching her stomach, crying out in pain. “Ah, it hurts!”
The next moment, her grip loosened, and Sierra almost fell to the ground!
“Charlotte!”
Eleanor’s expression changed as she saw blood slowly staining Charlotte’s white dress.
“Quick, quick, get someone!”
Amidst the chaos, the Wolfe family rushed Charlotte to the hospital.
As Charlotte was wheeled into the operating room, the Monroes arrived.
The slap landed hard, sharp and echoing through the quiet hallway.
“Sebastian, is this how you take care of my daughter? If anything happens to her, I won’t let you off!”
The slap knocked Sebastian’s head to the side, drawing blood from his lips. But he remained like a soulless puppet, letting Charlotte’s mother berate him.
Eleanor felt heartache, stepping forward to try and calm her down.
“Mrs. Monroe, it’s all my son’s fault. Don’t worry, once Charlotte is out, I’ll make sure Sebastian takes good care of her. Nothing else will happen to Charlotte.”
Mrs. Monroe didn’t believe her, sneering.
“Care? Your son is about to run off with someone else; how will he take care of her? My daughter has endured so much for your son for so many years, giving birth to one child and now pregnant with another, asking for nothing. And this is how you treat her? If you can’t take care of her, I’ll take my daughter and granddaughter back to the Monroe Family. We’re not incapable of supporting them!”
Eleanor panicked, slapping Sebastian’s back. “What are you standing there for? Apologize!”
Sebastian remained motionless, not even offering a glance.
He had done nothing, yet they blamed him for everything.
Screams, pleas, and chaos mingled, forming an invisible hand squeezing Sebastian, the air growing thin.
Just as he was about to suffocate, a roar came from afar.
This is a hospital; please be quiet, the patient will be out soon!”
The invisible hand released Sebastian; the corridor fell silent again.
The operating room doors opened; nurses and doctors wheeled out a bed, Charlotte on it, eyes closed, pale and lifeless, on a ventilator.
The people surrounding Sebastian divided into two groups.
One group rushed to Charlotte’s bed, checking her condition while helping the nurses transfer her to a ward.
The other group surrounded the doctor, inquiring about Charlotte’s condition.
The doctor’s muffled voice was heard through his thick mask.
The patient was pregnant again soon after her postpartum recovery. Her body is very weak; she must remain in bed for the first three months, and mustn’t be subjected to any stress. If she miscarries again, future pregnancies will be difficult.”
Eleanor’s heart pounded along with the doctor’s words, sinking to the bottom when he finished.
Ignoring the cold sweat on her back, she hurried to the doctor’s office.
“Doctor, what medication should our daughter–in–law take…”
Her voice faded along with her retreating figure, leaving Sebastian alone in the empty corridor,
Sitting in his wheelchair, his gaze downcast, Sebastian eventually looked up and started to wheel himself out.
But the bodyguards Eleanor had left stopped him. “Sir, you should go see Mrs. Wolfe.”
‘Get out.”
Sebastian didn’t move, just coldly ordering them away.
The bodyguards were diligent, their words unwavering. “Sorry, sir, if you don’t go, we’ll have to take you.”
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“After all, she’s carrying your child. Even if you don’t care about Mrs. Wolfe, at least see the child.”
Sebastian paused. Yes, even if he disliked Charlotte, she carried his child, his own blood.
He was pushed to Charlotte’s ward. As the bodyguards were about to knock, Charlotte and her mother’s voices came from inside.
“Mom, your fake miscarriage plan was brilliant. It really kept Sebastian.”
It was Charlotte’s voice, with a chilling calculation Sebastian had never heard before, each word like an iced needle.
“What if I let something happen to the baby from time to time? Will Sebastian eventually stay because he’s heartbroken about the baby?”
The final sentence, like a venomous snake, unexpectedly slithered into Sebastian’s ear, biting into his nerves.
His body froze; his blood seemed to rush to his head, then instantly turned to ice, his limbs losing all feeling.
A piercing chill shot up from his feet, along his spine, freezing his fingertips, shattering something he’d always believed.
The bodyguards hastily retreated, avoiding suspicion.
