Chapter 8
Scarlett clutched her stomach, pretending to be in intense pain.
Lily immediately panicked, shoving Lydia roughly and snapping, “What’s wrong with you? How could you be so rude? You’ve really disappointed me.”
Lydia bit her lip, casting a strange, unreadable look at Lily.
Since childhood, people had always said that Lydia looked just like her mother, both with delicate, beautiful features. especially their lips and noses, which were identical.
But Lydia could never understand why her mother seemed to dislike her so much. What was worse, she always showed excessive favoritism toward Scarlett.
From the moment Lydia met Scarlett, it felt like her mother had chosen Scarlett over her.
Lydia used to think her mother just loved the people close to her but now she realized that her mother truly disliked her. Being hated by your own mother was incredibly painful.
Lydia staggered backward when she was pushell, nearly losing her balance. Fortunately, Henry grabbed her arm, steadying
her.
The warmth from his hand as it tightened around her arm sent a comforting heat through her, and Lydia’s heart warmed in response. She looked up at him with gratitude, meeting his deep gaze.
Henry’s eyes were like a bottomless abyss, a silent storm swirling within them. Those around them couldn’t help but glance. at the couple.
When Scarlett saw Damon, she immediately began to look pitiful. Her eyes misted over as she looked up at Damon. “Damon, what are you doing here? My stomach hurts…”
Damon glared at Lydia, his eyes burning with anger. Without a second thought, he knelt down, lifting the woman who was lying weakly on the floor, her tears streaming down her face. “Are you fine?”
Lydia couldn’t bring herself to watch this painful scene. Once upon a time, Damon had promised her that he would belong to no one else but her.
Scarlett shook her head, her voice trembling with sorrow. “Damon, Lydia didn’t mean to. Please don’t blame her, okay?”
Henry’s cold gaze shifted toward Lydia, noticing the tears glistening in her eyes. His brows twitched slightly, his. tightening on her arm.
Damon’s breathing grew heavy, his face darkened with fury.
grip
Scarlett’s face turned pale, and she clutched Damon’s arm desperately. “Damon. I’m in so much pain. I really can’t stand it…”
Soon, her face became as pale as a sheet, sweat pouring down her forehead, and her brows were knotted in pain. Lily, who had been standing off to the side, seemed stunned.
At first, Lily thought Scarlett was just faking it, but now it looked like she was truly in pain. Lily immediately became worried and urged. “Hurry up. Take Scarlett to the hospitall”
Lydia didn’t believe that Scarlett was really in pain. She coldly reminded them. “It’s better not to go to the hospital. Once you get there, you won’t be able to keep up the act
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Chapter 8
Scarlett was indeed in pain, clutching Damon’s shirt as if her life depended on it.
Damon picked Scarlett up and stood, casting a warning glance at Lydia. “If anything happens to Scarlett, I’ll make you pay.”
Lydia could feel a sharp, searing pain in her chest, as though her heart had been stabbed, blood pouring from the wound.
She bit her lip, unable to say a word. Henry, seeing her helplessness, gently pulled her hand into his and held it tightly in his. With a piercing glare directed at Damon, Henry warned. “She’s my wife. You have no right to touch her. Then, without another word, Henry pulled Lydia along, striding away.
Damon stood there, watching the two of them walk off, his heart filled with frustration. He stared at their hands, so tightly entwined, and for a moment, he even forgot that Scarlett was still in his arms.
Scarlett, breathless from the pain, whispered, “Damon, take me to the hospital, please… Let’s go… Damon, carrying Scarlett. hurried toward the parking lot.
At the hospital, the doctor’s diagnosis made Scarlett wish she couldn’t have faked the fall.
The head of the obstetrics department pushed her stylish glasses up her nose and said, “Ms. Jones, you really need to be more careful from now on. “The fetus is still small. Based on today’s examination, you’ve had a slight miscarriage. I recommend you stay in the hospital for observation for the next few days.”
Scarlett eagerly nodded. “Yes, I understand. Thank you, doctor. be more careful in the future.”
Scarlett turned to look at Damon, who was still standing there in a daze. She grabbed his hand, her voice trembling. “Damon, did you hear that? The doctor said I’m over five weeks pregnant. I’m so happy, Damon. Are you happy too?”
Damon lowered his gaze slightly, looking at Scarlett’s flat stomach. A complex expression flashed across his eyes, but he nodded. I’m happy, of course,
Scarlett was genuinely overjoyed. She turned to Lily. “Mrs. Everett, did you hear that? The doctor said I’m pregnant. I’m going to be a mother.”
Lily was delighted, nodding. “Yes, I heard. Damon, you two should start preparing for the wedding, while Scarlett’s pregnancy isn’t showing too much yet. It’s better to get married before she starts showing”
Damon looked at Scarlett with anticipation in her eyes, thinking for a moment before replying. I’ll go home and discuss it with my parents first.”
Lily nodded. “Okay, this is a big matter. You should definitely talk to your parents.”
Scarlett asked Damon to help her back to the hospital room, where she asked him to stay by her side.
In fact, Scarlett had seen Damon earlier that day in the mall, heading right toward them. So, she had pretended to collapse, unaware she was even pregnant. She hadn’t realized how much pain her stomach was in until it had become unbearable, forcing her to go to the hospital. Only then did she learn that she was pregnant and had almost miscarried.
When Scarlett thought about how close she had come to losing her baby, she felt a rush of fear. Thankfully, the baby was okay. If something had happened, she might have even blamed herself enough to end her own life.
It took a long time for Scarlett to calm down.
Tm pregnant. I can finally marry Damon openly, Scarlett thought to herself. Marrying Damon had always been her goal.
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Chapter 8
At the mall. Henry held Lydia’s hand, walking swiftly toward the exit.
Lydia’s mind was in turmoil, the weight of Damon’s final warning making her feel increasingly wronged. Her eyes involuntarily reddened.
Suddenly, Henry stopped, his deep eyes locking onto her. “No crying,” he said coldly.
think my
Lydia quickly sniffed, lifting her head stubbornly. “Who said I’m crying? How could I cry over those two? Do you tears are so cheap? Henry watched her defiant face, her eyes still red, trying to act nonchalant despite clearly wanting to cry. His expression turned complicated.
Lydia didn’t want to expose her vulnerability in broad daylight. Since some people have left, let them go. I would be strong, she wondered.
With that thought, Lydia pushed aside the meaningless sadness in her heart and turned to look at the cold man beside her.
Under the sunlight, Henry’s sharp, defined features stood out even more. His handsomeness was undeniable, especially in a crowd.
Lydia’s thoughts wandered, and for a moment, she realized that maybe her recent experiences hadn’t been that bad after all. At least she was marrying a man who was far more likable, and today, he had protected her.
And Henry had gifted her a large bed. Lydia smiled, her eyes lighting up, the subtle sparkle in her gaze drawing attention. “Henry, thank you for today, Lydia said.
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