Chapter 120: James Knows the Truth
"Mrs. Smith..."
The housekeeper held Mia's frail body tightly. "Let me take you back to the hospital."
Her voice was already choked with tears.
After four years together, the housekeeper truly felt for Mia.
She hugged Mia and carefully helped her up, wanting to take her back to the hospital.
This was too reckless.
The baby was over four months old, already fully formed. Removing the baby required an induced labor procedure, which would be very hard on her body.
She needed to lie in a hospital bed and rest properly, not be out here freezing.
Did she care about her body at all!
"No..."
Mia leaned against the housekeeper, her hand gripping her arm, weakly shaking her head as she looked at her with pleading eyes. "I don't want to go back to the hospital."
She didn't want to.
She didn't want to go back there.
Didn't want to lie in that bed reeking of disinfectant again.
Didn't want to experience that suffocating feeling again.
She just wanted to escape.
"Okay, we won't go back, we won't go back."
The housekeeper helped Mia slowly walk to the car and helped her lie down in the back seat, pulling a blanket over her.
"Mrs. Smith, you rest for now. I'll call you when we get home."
"Okay..."
A barely audible voice.
After getting in the car, the housekeeper looked in the rearview mirror at Mia curled up in a ball in the back seat and sighed softly.
Wasn't James supposed to come find Mia?
Where was he?
In front of Mia, she didn't dare call James.
She started the car and drove home at an extremely slow speed.
At Luxe Haven, Mia didn't go upstairs to rest after entering. Instead, she went to the nursery downstairs.
It was called a nursery, but really they had just knocked through two guest bedrooms to create the space.
It was divided into a rest area and a play area.
The play area was filled with baby supplies she had bought during this time.
She hadn't seriously started decorating yet.
Mia slowly walked over, her hand moving from the baby carriage to various baby items.
Touching each one.
Finally stopping at the baby's closet.
Many little clothes hung inside.
All different colors.
Her gaze slowly swept across them, finally landing on a section at the very back.
That's where she kept what she had knitted for the baby herself.
Without realizing it, there were already quite a few items.
Little hats, little socks, little sweaters.
"Mrs. Smith, please eat something."
The housekeeper had reheated the soup and brought over a bowl.
Mia held a half-finished little hat in her hands and gently shook her head at the housekeeper. "I want to be alone for a while. Could you please leave?"
She felt completely empty inside.
Her heart had been empty from the moment she woke up on the operating table and felt her flat stomach.
Like someone had directly carved it out.
How much she had loved this child was how much it hurt to the core when she agreed to abort her.
Mia didn't wait for the housekeeper to respond. She sat down right there with the little hat.
She had promised to knit this for the baby.
She had to finish it.
She was actually quite skilled at knitting these things now, but today, her movements seemed particularly clumsy.
Her brain was reacting slowly, constantly making mistakes with the stitches.
Her vision blurred then cleared, cleared then blurred.
The housekeeper came in again in the evening. Seeing that Mia didn't look up, and didn't respond when she spoke, she turned on the light for her and quietly closed the door again.
Mia seemed obsessed with finishing this little hat.
What usually took just over an hour to knit took her several hours.
When she finally sewed on the last little pompom.
Looking at the completed hat.
Her hand touched her stomach again.
It was still flat.
A half-finished hat, she could continue knitting until it was complete.
But her child had only grown halfway, would never have the chance to be fully formed and born crying into the world.
That scene appeared before her eyes again.
The scene she had imagined countless times.
Her child wearing the little sweater she knitted, wearing the socks, the little hat on their head.
Toddling toward her from not far away.
Calling "Mama."
Running into her arms.
Mia opened her arms to hold them.
She held nothing but air.
She knelt on the ground, her arms tightening bit by bit, as if this way she could hold onto the phantom of the child that didn't exist.
But she couldn't hold on.
Mia broke down, clutching the little hat and crying her heart out.
...
James woke up in the middle of the night. The smell of disinfectant in the air made him realize he was in the hospital.
He had been in a car accident.
The moment the scene before he lost consciousness surfaced in his mind.
His heart felt like someone had grabbed it hard, instantly making it difficult to breathe.
Pain spread to all his limbs, raging through his body with his blood.
Mia had aborted his child to force him into a divorce!
James was in extreme pain and cried out.
"James."
Amelia, who had been lying by the bedside, immediately stood up when she heard the noise.
She stepped forward, looking at him with eyes full of concern.
Watching him try to sit up from the hospital bed, holding his waist.
She immediately reached out to press his shoulder. "Don't move around. The doctor said you have a serious concussion, and one of your ribs is broken. You need to rest properly now."
James brushed her hand away.
Don't touch him.
Mia wouldn't like it.
But the moment this thought surfaced in his mind, he felt another pang of pain.
Amelia's eyes reddened, looking at him with hurt.
But James didn't even spare her a glance for her hurt feelings.
The physical pain also made his mind clearer.
This afternoon, he had been consumed by rage.
Hearing that she was going to abort their child, he rushed over and saw that the child was really gone.
In his fury, he had lost the ability to think normally.
It shouldn't be like this.
Mia clearly loved their child so much.
She wouldn't be so heartless as to abort the baby.
There must be another reason.
There must be.
James found a possibility, a possibility that they still had a chance.
He struggled to throw off the blanket, and when Amelia reached out to help him again, he forcefully shook her off. "I told you not to touch me!"
He used too much force. Amelia was thrown directly into the footboard of the bed, her face turning pale with pain. "James..."
But her cry of pain didn't make James pause for even a moment.
James endured the physical pain, his steps unsteady but determined as he walked out.
He had to go to the hospital and find out the truth.
Mia wouldn't be that heartless.
Her ruthless tactics would at most cause a scene at the company and file for divorce.
Sitting in the taxi, James kept reassuring himself this way.
It was already past midnight, and there were very few cars on the road.
The taxi drove smoothly all the way to the hospital.
James's face was deathly pale as he stumbled into the hospital.
Tonight, Gabriella was on the night shift.
He walked into the hospital and kicked open the office door.
With a murderous look in his eyes, he advanced on Gabriella step by step.
He grabbed her by the throat, lifted her from her chair, and pressed her against the wall.
His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze vicious. "Do you have a death wish? How dare you abort my child?"
He really wanted to kill her.
Gabriella was being choked by James until she couldn't breathe. The suffocating feeling made her keep slapping his hand.
James's rationality finally returned somewhat, and he loosened his grip.
Gabriella immediately dodged to the side, staying several steps away from him, looking at James with both fear and exasperation. "Your wife was adamant about not wanting this child and insisted on aborting it. I'm just a doctor—what could I do about it?"