Chapter 4
When I woke up again, everything was blindingly white.
Ethan sat beside me, hands pressed against his forehead, lost in thought.
"What happened to me?"
His whole body shuddered. He looked up, his eyes tinged with red.
"The baby's gone. Haley Grant, you were pregnant. Didn't you know?"
My expression froze.
I could also hear the accusation in his tone.
Just then, the doctor pushed the door open. I asked him, "Why did I miscarry?"
He glanced at the medical report.
"Habitual miscarriage. Your uterine wall is already very thin, and combined with getting caught in the rain, catching a cold, and developing a fever, miscarriage was inevitable."
Ethan shot to his feet, his eyes trembling.
"Habitual miscarriage?"
His eyes, filled with a gathering storm, fixed on me. "Haley Grant! Don't you need to explain this to me?!"
The doctor, sensing trouble, quickly distanced himself from the brewing conflict.
I looked down, my fingers brushing over my stomach.
My chest felt like it was being sliced with a small knife, sharp and painful.
When I looked up, my gaze held a trace of hatred.
"Explain what? The first baby—you personally had it aborted. The second one was drugged away by your mother."
"Did you think you hid it so well?"
"Now, what right do you have to demand an explanation from me?!"
His hands clenched into fists.
The hospital room fell deathly silent, filled only with the man's ragged breathing.
"You... when did you find out?"
"I knew from the very beginning."
When I miscarried the first time, we'd just gotten together. That day, I drank a glass of milk and felt dizzy and faint.
Perhaps the dosage wasn't enough, because my consciousness didn't fade immediately.
I heard the conversation between him and his mother.
"Ethan, we can't keep this baby. We need to devour the remaining shares of the Grant family. We can't have this kind of complication now."
The man was silent for two seconds, his voice hoarse.
"Alright, I understand." He asked, "Will this abortion pill affect her body badly?"
"Not much," his mother said suspiciously. "Ethan, Vivian's coming back soon. What are you planning to do? Mom knows you can't let her go."
For a long time, he didn't answer. He didn't deny it either.
I kept my eyes tightly shut.
I wanted to cry, to confront him, but I couldn't do either.
When I woke up, perhaps out of guilt, Ethan stayed by my side constantly.
"We'll have more children in the future," he promised.
But I kept losing one child after another.
My thoughts returned to the present.
After I finished speaking, Ethan suddenly looked lost.
"Haley, I..."
His explanation was interrupted by someone pushing the door open.
"Haley, I heard you had a miscarriage. I came to see you."
I collected my emotions and looked up.
"Get out."
Vivian Song's expression stiffened. She hadn't expected me to be so blunt, leaving her unable to save face.
She hesitated in the doorway, neither entering nor leaving.
"Haley."
The man's displeased voice carried a warning, as if his earlier guilt had been just an illusion.
I suddenly felt powerless, my spine sagging.
"I need to rest. Please leave."
I looked at the man with his brows knitted tight. "Is this attitude satisfactory?"
Ethan opened his mouth, wanting to say something but unable to get the words out.
Finally, he could only forcefully ignore the unease in his heart.
He stepped forward and hugged me.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault. Haley, when you're discharged, I'll officially hold a real wedding for you, okay?"
"I'll make up for everything I owe you."
"Three days from now, okay? I'll prepare everything. I'll compensate you properly."
My heart felt nothing.
He didn't wait for me to nod in agreement either.
As if afraid of hearing me mock him, he pulled Vivian Song along and left.
My phone chimed.
It was a text from Attorney Chen.
"Miss Grant, due to the typhoon, the earliest flight is at noon three days from now."
"I've already booked your ticket. Someone will pick you up in America."
My fingers landed on the screen, typing as if I'd been set free.
"Alright. I'll be there on time."