Chapter 218 Once a Woman Makes a Decision, She Won't Change It!
Andrew lifted his chin, eyes narrowing. After a moment, he sneered, "Think you can meddle in our affairs now?" With that, he left with his bodyguards, radiating coldness.
Chloe was pretty scared of him.
Just then, Katherine screamed, "Dad, your hand!"
Elijah turned over and sat up, raising his hand, which was trampled and broken, making it useless for any artistic work. The pain was so intense he passed out, feeling it was Victoria's punishment.
Despite despising them, Chloe had been saved by him many times as a kid. She called a doctor for Elijah but didn't speak to them.
Elijah's voice trembled, "Chloe, do you also think I'm wicked? I just think Charlotte and Katherine are sisters, and Frederick is practically Katherine's brother-in-law. Is it wrong to ask him for help?"
Chloe tried to speak but choked up. Finally, she took a deep breath. "What's your definition of 'wrong'? You know Katherine has feelings for Frederick, but you always indulge her, creating misunderstandings! You're biased, trying to push Katherine onto Frederick. My parents care about appearances and find it hard to clarify, but I'll make it clear: a girl like Katherine, with such a chaotic private life, is unacceptable to our family! And Mr. Mitchell, you might not know, but Frederick broke up with her because he caught her with her fitness coach, used condoms everywhere. Isn't that shocking?"
Elijah's face turned pale. He looked at Katherine, deeply pained. He always thought she was just a bit willful but otherwise pure, unaware of her promiscuity.
Katherine gritted her teeth. "You're lying!"
Chloe rolled her eyes. "You know the truth! Go check with a gynecologist; you might already be riddled with diseases! And stop disgusting people, or I'll call Andrew!"
Chloe felt a sense of relief but teared up thinking of Charlotte and little Lola as she turned away.
In the hospital room, Frederick wanted to talk to Charlotte after everyone left, but she still refused to communicate, turning her back to him. He watched her for a long time before silently leaving to see Maria.
Maria's leg was severely injured, and she couldn't get out of bed. Hearing the baby wasn't doing well, she cried every day, her eyes almost ruined from the tears.
Frederick pushed the door open and hoarsely called, "Maria!"
Maria was tending to her leg. When she saw him, she started crying again, too heartbroken to speak. Frederick handed her a tissue and poured a glass of water.
Maria wiped her tears and composed herself. "Frederick, I know you still want to be with Charlotte. But marriage isn't that simple. You're capable, never losing a case, and you were worried when you went to Novaria. But Charlotte was pregnant, and you had a history with Katherine. No matter what, you shouldn't have gone!"
Frederick nodded, slowly kneeling and resting his head on Maria's leg. "It's my fault! Maria, I don't want to be separated from Charlotte. I want a chance to make it up to her."
Maria couldn't help but cry again. 'Make it up? Little Lola is in an incubator now; how could he make it up? This kind of wound is fatal to a woman; having another child won't heal it. No matter how many children, they wouldn't be little Lola.'
Maria touched his face and said softly, "Charlotte loves you a lot. If she didn't, she wouldn't keep giving you chances. Think about Lily and Bradley; if it were someone else, would Charlotte have used herself to make a trade? No way! It's because you're Frederick. You've been through so much together, but you still didn't cherish her. Maybe it's because you have too many advantages, and everything comes too easily to you. But marriage isn't like that. Once a woman makes a decision, she won't change it!"
Frederick listened, dazed. He knew Maria was right. Because it was too easy to get, he didn't cherish it.
After several breakups and reconciliations, he had Charlotte wrapped around his finger. He had thought that even if she was angry about his trip to Novaria, she wouldn't stay mad for long after he coaxed her.
He still treated Charlotte like a little girl to be coaxed. But he forgot, they were married, and she was his wife.
Maria gently shook her head. "Frederick, I can't help you. If Charlotte feels unhappy being with you and wants to separate, I respect her choice."
Frederick didn't respond.
Just then, doctors and nurses came in to check Maria's leg, and he talked with the leading doctor.
Afterward, he told Maria, "Maria, I'm going to check on Charlotte. You rest well."
Leaving the hospital room, a wave of helplessness hit him.
Frederick stood there for a long time.
The sound of high heels approached; it was Cherie. She handed Frederick some documents and said, "I've postponed all other work except for the urgent ones."
Frederick nodded.
Cherie wanted to see Charlotte and ask about the baby, but after some hesitation, she didn't.
She felt it was a pity.
Frederick signed the documents. He seemed calm and composed, but when he closed the file, his eyes stung intensely.
Cherie softly said, "Spend more time with Charlotte; she needs someone right now."
Frederick smiled faintly.
In fact, Charlotte didn't need him.
Even though she was extremely weak and needed care, she only accepted the nutritional meals sent by her family and nothing else. Even the nutritional meals, she only took a few bites.
Frederick also stayed in the hospital.
Every day, the only time he could see Charlotte was during the half-hour they visited little Lola.
He stood with her, looking at the tiny baby.
Only then did he feel they were still a couple and that Charlotte was still his wife.
But Charlotte refused to speak to him.
She was immersed in her own world, ignoring everyone.
A week passed, and Charlotte had lost even more weight.
One day, the doctor called him to the office for a private conversation.
On the desk was a medical report, Charlotte's physical examination from the previous day. The alarming arrows on the report made Frederick's hands tremble as he held it.
The obstetrician, who had a good relationship with the Hawkins family, got straight to the point. "Frederick, your wife's health is very poor. Because of the baby, she is extremely anxious and refuses to accept nutrition!"
Frederick's throat tightened. "I'll convince her!"
The doctor looked at him for a long time before softly saying, "She has postpartum depression."
'Postpartum depression.' Frederick's face turned pale. He knew what that term meant.
The elderly female doctor patted his shoulder. "I'll prescribe her some antidepressants, but the key is her mental state. Frederick, spend more time with her!"
Frederick nodded, just as the conversation was about to end, Patrick called, his voice tense, "Frederick, come quickly! The baby isn't doing well!"
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