Chapter 121: Mia Admits Personally
James's face visibly darkened, the last trace of color draining from his lips.
Gabriella's words dealt him the most fatal blow.
Destroying the last bit of hope he held for Mia in his heart.
Before coming to the hospital, he had been betting on a possibility.
Maybe she had other reasons. Maybe she had no choice but to get rid of the baby?
But he lost the bet!
Lost completely!
He had been desperately trying to find possibilities for their future.
As long as there was even the slightest chance, he wouldn't give up hope. He would give their future a chance.
How ridiculous!
He was still making excuses for her!
James let out a low laugh, filled with pain, sorrow, and despair, falling into endless hell.
His heart was riddled with holes from Mia's cruelty.
For a divorce, she could really be this heartless!
Mia, you're really so cruel!
This is destroying someone completely!
You got rid of our baby to show me how badly you want a divorce, using this way that leaves no way back to tell me how strong your determination is to leave me.
His four years of devotion had earned him this absolute rejection.
His heart hurt so much he could barely breathe!
James punched the wall hard.
The excessive force jarred his broken ribs.
James couldn't catch his breath and started coughing violently.
Each cough pulled at his injuries.
The pain cut to the bone.
His large hand pressed against the wall as he lowered his head.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head.
His bloodshot eyes now held only coldness.
Expressionless, he wiped away the fresh blood he'd just coughed up from the corner of his mouth, pulled open the door, and walked out unsteadily.
The door closed softly behind him.
Gabriella leaned back against the wall for support.
Her gaze fell on the spot by the door where James had just been standing.
On the dry floor, there were clearly two spreading wet spots.
After pausing for a while, she slowly walked back and sat down in her office chair.
Weakly, she raised her hand to cover her face.
Hiding all her emotions.
...
Luxe Haven
The sky had just begun to lighten when James opened the door and walked in, bringing a chill with him.
Hearing the door, the housekeeper, who hadn't been sleeping deeply, woke with a start.
Last night, when the master didn't come home, she was worried about leaving Mia alone after just having the abortion, so she stayed overnight.
She got too tired in the middle of the night and fell asleep on the sofa.
Seeing James, she hurriedly stood up and spoke urgently.
"Mr. James Smith, you're back. Mrs. Mia Smith is in the nursery, you..."
With dawn just breaking, the living room was barely visible, and she didn't notice how terrible James looked right now.
The mention of the nursery made the pain in his eyes even worse.
His bloodshot eyes looked like they were about to bleed.
"Get out!"
Before the housekeeper could finish, James cut her off with a bone-chilling voice.
The housekeeper was frightened into silence.
Her legs went weak, nearly dropping to her knees.
Though James was usually cold and aloof in daily life.
And quite scary when expressionless.
But this was truly the first time she saw James looking like Satan just crawled out of hell.
Covered in blood.
But thinking of Mia, the housekeeper suppressed her inner fear and spoke in a trembling voice...
Before she could get the words out, she saw James looking at her like she was a dead person.
As if he would kill her immediately if she said one more word.
An even colder voice came from his thin lips, "Get out."
He didn't want to say it a third time.
Under his oppressive gaze, the housekeeper lost the ability to speak. Her legs instinctively moved, and by the time she realized it, she was already outside the door.
James dragged his legs, which felt like they were filled with lead, step by step toward the nursery.
Each step heavier than the last.
Until he stood outside the nursery, gripping the door handle.
Before turning it, he gripped it very hard to stop his large hand from trembling.
Click.
After an almost inaudible sound, he pushed it open forcefully.
The door hit the wall with a bang.
The noise didn't attract Mia's attention inside.
She knelt quietly on the floor mat, head lowered, her gaze fixed on a burning container in front of her.
The things inside were almost completely burned.
Last night, she sat alone in the nursery and cried all night.
When dawn approached, she began burning these things with her own hands.
These were gifts she had personally prepared for her baby, but now she'd never get the chance to put them on her.
She could only burn them for her baby.
Carrying her guilt and apology.
It was her fault. She had failed her child.
Watching the little items she'd knitted with her own hands turn to ashes bit by bit, her heart grew emptier and emptier.
All the sounds around her seemed to fade away.
When the door suddenly opened, it created an air current with the open window in the bedroom, bringing a gust of wind.
It swept up some yarn that hadn't finished burning yet, landing on the back of her hand.
Her skin was burned, but she showed no reaction.
James's bloodshot eyes held overwhelming anger and hatred in their depths.
In the dim light, he didn't notice that Mia had been burned.
After kicking open the door, he rushed to Mia's side in a few large strides.
His large hand gripped her shoulder, easily pulling Mia up from the floor.
She was like a broken doll, with no ability to resist.
And no desire to resist either.
She was really so tired.
Especially, especially tired.
James looked at Mia like this, the pain in his eyes growing worse.
His crimson eyes stared fixedly at Mia.
Her gaze remained on the container on the floor, her expression full of grief and sorrow.
That reluctant look hurt James's heart even more.
If she really loved their child so much, was so reluctant to let go, why did she so cruelly abort it?
He had been delayed half a day dealing with her situation.
Just half a day—couldn't she have waited for him?
Even though he had already begged her on the phone not to abort the baby, she still went ahead with it.
Having chosen to abort the baby by any means necessary, wasn't it ironic to put on this show of reluctance and sadness now?
James's heart contracted violently.
The moment he learned the truth from the doctor at the hospital, he should have stopped holding any hope for her.
But seeing her like this now.
A flame of hope couldn't help but rise again in his heart.
Making him ask, "Mia, why?"
Desperate yet carrying a trace of hope.
Her reaction made him unable to control wanting to give her one more chance. He wanted to hear her speak.
Tell him it wasn't her intention to get rid of the baby.
She didn't do it on purpose!
No matter how lame her excuse was.
As long as she said it, he would believe it, he would forgive her.
Turn this page.
And they could start over!
Seeing Mia had no reaction, James reached out to grip her chin, forcibly turning her gaze from the container to him.
"Mia, speak! I'm asking you, why? Why were you so cruel as to abort our baby? Why?"
Beneath the overwhelming blame and hatred was the humility deep in his heart.
He stared fixedly into Mia's eyes.
Hoping that she still had love for him in her heart.
That they still had a chance.
But—
"For the divorce!"