Chapter 147 Grace Had a Difficult Labor and Hemorrhaged!
It rained all day. By evening, the sky was lit up with fiery clouds.
Grace stood on the terrace, wrapped in a shawl, quietly watching.
She thought about her marriage to Henry, remembering how she burned her diary and their wedding photo right here. Those memories were seared into her heart and soul like an enduring flame, possibly never to be extinguished.
The phone in the bedroom kept ringing.
Grace adjusted her shawl, took one last look at the clouds, and went to answer the call.
It was Dylan.
"Mrs. Montague, things aren't looking good for Oliver. The government has new evidence and moved the trial date up. If they're strict, he could get at least five years! But the new person in charge has ties with the Montague family. If Mr. Montague steps in, there might be room for negotiation."
Grace's hand trembled. Five more years?
Dylan continued, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Montague. Only Mr. Montague can help now. No matter your relationship, you have to ask him."
Just then, a car horn sounded outside.
'Is Henry back?' She thought.
Grace, supporting her pregnant belly, walked to the terrace and saw Henry getting out of the car with Elodie's father, Calvin.
Calvin looked haggard and sad, standing awkwardly by the car.
Henry looked up and met Grace's gaze.
His eyes were cold and distant, like the night he slapped her. Grace felt a faint pain but had no time to dwell on it. Her eyes filled with tears.
Henry stared at her for a moment, then closed the car door.
He went upstairs, opened the study door, and took his passport from the drawer. As he turned, he saw Grace.
Her lips trembled. "Henry, I need to ask you something."
Henry looked at her, then raised the passport. "The hospital in Swiizarland called last night. Why did you hang up? She's about to die, and you won't have to worry anymore."
Grace was stunned. "What call? Henry, I didn't get any call! You have to believe me!"
Henry didn't believe her but said nothing. He brushed past her and walked out of the study. Grace grabbed his sleeve, pleading, "Henry, please don't go! Dylan just called, and Oliver might..."
Henry's eyes darkened. "Grace, besides asking me for things, what else is there between us? We'll talk about Oliver after I get back from Swiizarland."
Grace refused to let go. She put aside all her pride. "Dylan said the trial has been moved up, and Oliver might get more than five years! Henry, my dad has a heart condition; he can't take this shock. I'm begging you, please? I won't go to Vesper City, I won't get a divorce, I'll stay by your side, whatever it takes, Henry, please!"
Henry looked down at her hand gripping his.
After a long moment, he looked back at her, his tone icy. "Grace, how many times are you willing to sell yourself to me? For Juniper, you slept with me and had my child against your will. For Oliver, you're willing to do it again. Is everyone more important than me?"
He almost mocked her. "Do you think you're still worth that much? Do you think I care if you divorce me? Do you think I, Henry, can't live without you?"
Grace's eyes widened, tears barely held back. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
So, in Henry's eyes, she was worthless. Even now, she was just someone who sold herself to him. Even the child in her belly, he spoke of so indifferently.
All because he thought she had hung up on Elodie's call.
Henry pushed her hand away. Without a glance or hesitation, he walked away to see Elodie one last time.
It turned out that between her and Elodie, she was the fool. The most ridiculous part was that she only realized it now.
Grace laughed softly. She had actually begged Henry, thinking he would stay for her. She always said he couldn't love, that she didn't want to be his cure. She thought to herself, 'Grace, how laughable you are. How could you be Henry's cure? At best, you were just a woman for him to vent his needs on.'
How did Henry treat her, and how did he cherish Elodie?
She started blaming herself. Why couldn't she see it clearly? Why did she always hold out hope for him? She was humiliated, doubted, and distrusted by him while carrying his child. Didn't she deserve it?
Grace's emotions surged, and the baby in her belly moved restlessly.
Taylor seemed to sense Grace's sadness.
Grace stood quietly in the study, hearing the sound of a car engine starting outside. She knew Henry had left.
Henry had gone to see Elodie one last time.
Four days after Henry left, Oliver was sentenced to six years.
That night, Nathan had a heart attack and passed away before the ambulance could arrive.
Grace received a call from Clara, who cried out, "Grace, your dad can't make it anymore! He's being taken to the hospital now; come quickly to see him one last time!"
Nathan was gone.
Grace held the phone, her fingers trembling, her whole body shaking.
She couldn't believe Nathan was gone. Just that afternoon, he had said he was fine, that he would try to live a few more years, that he would wait for Oliver to come home.
"Dad!" Grace's chest heaved with a mournful cry, and suddenly, a sharp pain came from her abdomen.
Bright red blood slowly flowed down her legs, drop by drop, quickly spreading on the floor.
It turns out that when she was in extreme sadness, the child could feel it too.
Grace was hemorrhaging. She fell into a pool of blood, her whole body convulsing, the phone shattered to pieces.
No one found her, no one discovered Grace's premature labor.
In her dazed pain, Grace thought, 'Henry must be crying for Elodie.'
'I can't see Nathan one last time.'
'Oliver is sentenced to six years.'
'And I might not be able to keep my child, who Henry once longed for.'
Henry had said, "Grace, I want a daughter, so when I come home from work and get out of the car, she will run to me and call me Daddy."
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