Chapter 77
Bride of Mr.Billion
Mirandaâs POV, I didnât know how to respond to Mr. Whartonâs question.
Until this moment, I was still hesitating about how to do it.
It wasnât until I raised my head and saw McKenna that I suddenly felt terrified.
For the sake of my family, I said something against my will. I said that Bella asked me to call Hank. âAre you saying that itâs Mrs. Wharton who asked you to call Hank?â Mr. Whartonâs face grew even more gloomy and ugly, and even his gaze seemed like it could eat someone up.
I was so scared that I lowered my head to show my tacit agreement.
McKenna continued to ask, âMiranda, whatâs the relationship between Hank and Bella?â
âIt... It seems like...I lowered my head and my heart beat faster. âWhat does it seem like? Hurry up and say it.â McKenna forced mer.
âlt... it seems like he is Mrs. Whartonâs exâboyfriend.â I said.
McKenna said angrily, âBellaâs behavior is too terrible. She married you, so how can she continue to flirt with her exâboyfriend? Herbert, Iâve told you a long time ago that this kind of commoner only likes our wealth and status. She doesnât love you sincerely at all.â I took a look at the angry McKenna and admired her acting skills very much. All of this was planned by her But now, she pretended not to know anything.
But in this case, I couldnât say a word. Although I felt sorry for Bella, I had to do this for my family. âMom, donât talk about it anymore.â said Mr. Wharton. McKenna continued, âI think after the child is born, you should give her some money to make her leave! You are someone with identity and status. You canât have such a wife!â
âAuntie, letâs not continue anymore. Herbert is an assertive man. Heâll make the right decision.â Caroline went forward and tried to persuade McKenna, McKenna shook her head and said, âI donât want to care about your matter now. Iâm tired. Iâll go back first! After that, she left the hospital directly. After seeing her off, Caroline walked up to Mr. Wharton.
âHerbert, you havenât eaten anything yet, have you? Iâll go buy you a sandwich?â Mr. Wharton said coldly, âYou donât have to do this! Even if Bella and I are divorced, I wonât marry you.â
I wasnât surprised by what Mr. Wharton said. During this period of time, I saw clearly that he truly loved his wife very much. Thinking of this, I felt some comfort in my heart. Carolines eyes turned red in an instant I never expected you to marry me. I just want to stay with Scanned with CamScanner you. I just want to see you every day.â Mr. Whartonâs attitude was still as cold as ever. âGo back and rest.â âLet me stay here to keep you companyâ Caroline was very stubborn and refused to leave âIâm telling you to go back!â Mr. Wharton finally let out an impatient growl. Caroline was a little scared. She quickly said, âOkay, Iâll go back first. You must take good care of yourself I know. After saying those words, Mr. Wharton turned his face to the side. After Caroline left, there was only Mr. Wharton and I left in the cold corridor. Mr. Whartonâs gaze was fixed on me, causing me to feel terrified. After a long time, he asked, âHas Mrs. Wharton always been in touch with Hank?â
â... I donât know.â I said, I really didnât know how to reply.
âYouâve always been with her. How could you not know?â At this moment, Herbertâs gaze could swallow people. I lowered my head to avoid his gaze and said carefully, âDefinitely not in these few months. I dont know if they had been in contact in the past. Anyway, I often see Mrs. Wharton hiding on the terrace when you were not at home... Talking on the phone.â These words caused Mr. Whartonâs face to distort, and his hands were clenched into fists His expression was simply too terrifying.
I retreated to the corner, my body trembling.
Bellaâs POV:
When I woke up, I was already lying on the operating table My face was covered with an oxygen mask My consciousness was not very clear, I could only vaguely see doctors and nurses walking back and forth in the operating room I didnât know what happened. I could only pray in my heart that my child would be born safely. I gradually lost consciousness, as if a long time had passed When I woke up, I felt very tired. I tried to move my body but felt that I had no strength at all. What happened to me? The unknown state made me panic. At this time, a familiar voice came from beside. âMrs. Wharton, are you awake?â This was Mirandaâs voice. I tried my best to open my eyes and see Mirandaâs face clearly I also found the cause of the pain in my hand. It turned out that I was still having an IV. I turned my head and saw a black figure standing in front of the window. That figure could not be more familiar. It was Herbert.
Seeing him, my heart tightened inexplicably this moment, Herbert slowly turned around and looked at me coldly denly thought of my child and reached out to touch my belly. My stomach had become flat and Scanned with CamScanner 19:02 the child was no longer in my belly. âThe child, howâs the child?â I screamed. Miranda didnât say anything. I immediately turned to ask Herbert, âWhereâs our child?â There was no expression on Herbertâs face. âThe child died when he was born.â Hearing this, my mind went blank. I stared at Herbert with my eyes wide open and shook my head crazily. âNo, thatâs impossible!â âMrs. Wharton, calm down!â
Miranda quickly held me down. Calm down?
How could I calm down!
My child had left me!
I didnât even see him. I didnât even hug him. He was gone!
I couldnât accept this reality. âIâm going to find my child!â I used all my strength to pull out the infusion set in my hand. For a moment, blood splashed in all directions, and the snowâwhite sheets were covered with blood. The pain of losing my child had made me crazy. How could my child be gone? He was still in my belly two days ago, and I could still feel him moving. No, my child was still here! It was impossible for him to leave his mother without saying a word. I wanted to find him. I wanted to find him! I continued to struggle until he held my shoulder. He said, âYour child... is gone. No matter what you do, itâs useless!â
Herbertâs words pierced my heart like a sharp knife. âNo, itâs not real. Itâs not real...â I sat on the bed.
Miranda pressed on the back of my hand with her fingers. The blood had dyed my hospital gown red.
Next to me, Herbert seemed to have said something, but I didnât hear it clearly. At this time, I was completely in an extremely sad mood. My child, my poor child...
Painful tears welled up in my eyes.