Chapter 28 What If You Were Pregnant
It was morning when Emelle next awoke. She moaned in pain, a hangover headache pounding in her head. Just then, a cold voice rang out from beside her. “There is a glass of water on the table to your left.”
Emelie wondered if that was William’s voice.
Emelie opened her eyes right away. William was sitting in a chair beside her, ankle crossed over a knee as he watched her.
“What are you doing here, Mr. Middleton?” Emelle asked. She then realized she was in the hospital. There was even an IV drip attached to her. “What happened to me?”
William asked calmly, “Don’t you remember what happened last night?”
“I remember getting drunk after having too much to drink and my stomach feeling terrible. But I could’ve just gotten the rest I needed at home. Why did I have to be sent to the hospital?” Emelie responded. She felt uneasy. “Did something else happen to me?”
William said with an inscrutable expression, “You had a miscarriage.”
Emelie’s heart plunged into icy cold depths. Her face grew even paler as a dull ringing echoed in her ears. She felt empty.
Miscarriage..
Emelle had had a miscarriage once. She’d lost it before she even knew what was going on. That was already the most painful thing she endured in her life. How could it happen twice?
Emelle looked incredibly ill and frail after hearing what William said. William had never noticed this about her. He shifted his other ankle onto his other leg and finally said, “I was joking. You just had your period.”
Emelle took a moment to respond. “What?”
“The doctor said you were having menstrual cramps and were losing a lot of blood. The addition of alcohol made things worse. That friend of yours bluffed about you having a miscarriage, so I bluffed with it in turn,” William explained further, which was rare.
So Emelie was only in so much pain yesterday because she was having menstrual cramps?
Her breathing slowly grew calm.
you
Emelie hadn’t had her period ever since her last miscarriage, which was two months ago. Her online research told her that the miscarriage might’ve affected her cycle and wasn’t a big issue. Emelie hadn’t given it much thought since she was busy.
Who knew it’d suddenly return last night and cause her so much pain, too? Emelie hadn’t realized it last night as she was drunk.
Good thing it hadn’t been a miscarriage.
1 were Pregnant
William observed her expression. “Feeling glad?”
Emelie met his eyes and retorted, “What about you, Mr. Middleton? How did you feel when you thought I
had miscarried?”
William’s silence made Emelie’s lips quirk up. Her guess was he didn’t feel much.
Emelie was once again glad that he didn’t know about her previous miscarriage. The thought of meeting William’s cold, heartless eyes while grieving for her lost child filled Emelie with dread.
“I should be able to leave the hospital once the IV drip is finished. You can leave first if you’re busy, Mr.
Middleton,” Emelie said politely.
William had already planned to leave anyway. He got up and went to the exit, but not before suddenly turning back. “What would you do if you were actually pregnant?”
Was there a point in asking Emelie this?
If Emelie was pregnant with William’s child, she wasn’t exactly the person who could decide whether she
could keep it. William would probably want her to abort the child.
Emelie’s smile did not reach her eyes. “Abort it.”
William said with a sarcastic tone, “Smart girl.”
He then left.
Emelie leaned back in the hospital bed, pain spreading throughout her heart. Even breathing was difficult
for her right now.
William left the hospital, looking cold and emotionless. The driver stopped the car at the entrance and
opened the backseat door for William.
William looked down, noticing a faint bloodstain on one of the car seats.
The driver quickly said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Middleton. I forgot to check the car seats and didn’t notice it was dirty. I’ll get it cleaned once we’re back!”
Emelie had bought these car seats. William had already been incredibly annoyed after Mona had used them to agitate Daphne.
William said expressionlessly, “Well, how do I sit now?”
Those who worked for him knew he was a clean freak.
“W–Would you like to sit in the front passenger seat?” the driver suggested.
*Do I still need to instruct you to throw away soiled items?”
The driver paused for a moment before swiftly taking action.
The car drove off five minutes later, leaving behind an entire set of decorative car seats in a trash can
