Chapter 136 I Dreamt I Was Pregnant, You Cheated, I Miscarried Out of Anger
Andrew sat in the car, vaguely hearing angry shouting coming from the Wood Villa.
Emma looked at Walter in his drunken stupor and got so angry her head hurt. She raised her hand to hit him.
When she saw several blank-faced people standing in the room, she got even angrier. She grabbed Walter by the collar: "You've been drinking too much again, haven't you?"
Walter shook off Emma's hand: "What's it to you?"
"Of course it's nothing to me, but I can't stand seeing you acting so pathetic, ready to die over some woman."
Walter leaned drunkenly on the sofa, squinting at Emma with a cold laugh: "At least I'm just pathetic. I'm not like you, ending up in jail over some guy."
Back when he was with Thalia, he was the golden boy of Emerald City. Everyone who saw him had to be respectful and polite. But after that incident, all those rich kids in Emerald City looked at him like he was something dirty, avoiding him like the plague.
Losing face was one thing, but now he felt like all his vitality had been sealed away.
From being the center of attention to becoming lower than dirt.
How could anyone handle that kind of fall?
Emma wasn't exactly mild-tempered either. Hearing Walter's words, she slapped him across the face: "Then why don't you look at who made me this way?"
Walter's anger flared up from Emma's slap: "That's because Andrew was stupid enough to mess with them. Everyone in Emerald City knew Thalia's dad was dying, but nobody dared make a move. Only Andrew had to be the first one to go after Thalia. Who's to blame for that?"
"Getting destroyed by Thalia - he deserved it."
"You—" Emma was furious, looking at him, her breathing unsteady.
Walter spoke first: "Don't think I don't know you've gotten back together with him. Haven't you heard all the gossip these past few days, or are you just pretending it doesn't exist?"
"Fine," Emma nodded repeatedly in anger: "You just live in your fantasy world, holding Thalia in your dreams, kissing Thalia, having sex with Thalia. Since you can't have what you want in real life, getting it in dreams isn't illegal anyway."
Aria stood in the courtyard listening to Emma and Walter arguing, not daring to go in. Every pore on her body was tense, and her protruding belly felt increasingly tight.
Emma was so angry at Walter that she turned to leave. At the door, she saw Aria standing there with her hand on her belly.
Emma glanced at her sideways: "Suggest to Wesley that for the baby to be born safely, he should send you somewhere else for the pregnancy."
"Why are you helping me?" Aria was puzzled.
In the Wood family, from the masters to the servants, not one person liked her. Only Emma would occasionally show her a bit of compassion.
Hearing Aria's question, Emma didn't speak. She gave Aria's belly a deep look.
Then she turned and left.
"Why aren't you coming in? What are you chatting with her about?"
Walter's angry shout came from inside the house. Aria quickly ran in.
"Go upstairs and run me a bath."
Twenty minutes later, Walter came out of the shower, and Aria brought in a bowl of hangover soup.
"What's this?"
"Hangover soup."
Walter looked at the yellowish stuff in the bowl with no appetite: "Don't we have hangover pills?"
"Hangover soup has no side effects."
Walter was too lazy to say more. He picked up the bowl and drank it all in one go, then pulled back the covers and lay down.
Only Aria, looking at the empty bowl, had an emotion flash through her eyes.
......
In the middle of the night, Thalia suddenly sat up in bed. She felt several warm flows trickling down from between her legs and panicked for a moment.
She kicked William in the stomach: "William."
William woke from his dream, his slightly confused eyes looking at the serious-faced person sitting on the bed: "What's wrong? Bad dream?"
Having just woken up, William's voice was hoarse, carrying a seductive quality. Hearing this seductive voice, Thalia felt a tickle in her heart, like a feather lightly brushing past, trembling slightly, somehow being teased.
She thought for a moment: "Yes, I had a dream. I dreamed I was pregnant, you cheated, I got so angry I miscarried, and blood flowed down my thighs."
William was fully awake now. He put one arm around Thalia's waist and propped himself up with the other hand, sighing helplessly: "Getting too into character from filming?"
Thalia didn't speak, just blinked at him.
William, being disturbed like this in the middle of the night, felt both annoyed and amused: "Dreams are always the opposite of reality."
Thalia was waiting for exactly that line. She lifted the covers and blinked at him.
The bloodstains on her inner thighs were clearly visible.
William panicked. He quickly got up from the bed, preparing to carry Thalia to the hospital.
"Let's go to the hospital."
"Go to the hospital for what?" The more William panicked, the better her mood became.
"What do you think?" Seeing Thalia completely unfazed, William's tone carried some resentment.
Thalia's long hair hung messily down her back, looking just like the female lead from those cartoons they watched as kids - innocent yet somewhat clever.
"Why would I go to the hospital for my period?"
William realized what was happening. He stared at Thalia, his gaze dark: "Playing tricks on me?"
Thalia blinked at him.
.....
"Hello, what do you need?"
At the 24-hour convenience store, William came out wearing slippers and shorts, dressed extremely casually.
The only person who could make him rush into a convenience store at 3 AM with no regard for his image to buy sanitary pads was Thalia.
The store employee, seeing the customer who despite his casual dress couldn't hide his refined air, couldn't help but look a few more times.
Some people's temperament really was innate - even standing there silently, they couldn't hide their distinguished bearing.
There were plenty of celebrities around the film city, and good-looking celebrities even more so, but someone who embodied such refinement so perfectly... was rare.
"Sir?"
"Which section are the sanitary pads in?"
The employee's fantasy of a wealthy romance that had just formed in their mind shattered right there.
Heartbroken.
"This way."
When William returned to the apartment carrying a bag of sanitary pads, Thalia was sitting on the toilet in the master bathroom, chin in hand, deep in thought.
William observed her through the slightly open bathroom door.
Thalia looked like a sleepy little sprite, making people want to tease her.
"You bought this many?"
"I was afraid I'd buy the wrong ones and you'd yell at me, so I bought every type."
Thalia: ......... The way you're saying that sounds pretty wronged.