Chapter 156 Henry, It Hurts, It Hurts So Much!
Grace got hurt by Henry.
But she wasn't about to let him see her cry. She just stared at the ceiling above the couch. That crystal chandelier was blinding. She remembered Henry ordering it from overseas when they were still in their honeymoon phase. She used to love it!
Back in those steamy nights, those crystals would sway, looking all fancy and mesmerizing. Now, they just seemed cold and harsh.
They were all wrapped up in each other, doing the deed, but why did she feel so cold? Why was there no joy, just pure disgust?
Grace's frail body shook. When she couldn't take it anymore, she whimpered, "Henry, it hurts."
Henry stopped. His face was buried in her chest, his hand still on her slim waist. Their clothes were a mess, their breaths heavy.
Henry held Grace, panting. After a long pause, he gently touched her lips, his voice low and rough. "Grace, if it hurts, cry out, just like now. Don't ignore me, don't go silent! Tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything you say! Supporting Clara, appealing for Oliver, anything!"
Tears slipped from the corners of Grace's eyes.
After a bit, she looked down, quietly staring at Henry. It was rare for him to apologize so humbly.
In the past, he never took the time to listen to her!
When Grace said she was pregnant, he told her to talk about it later. When she said the violin record was hers, not Elodie's, he told her to stop making a fuss. When she begged him not to leave, he said, "Grace, what else can you do besides beg?"
Now she didn't want to beg him anymore, but he was being all sweet.
Grace reached out, her slender fingers touching his handsome face. Henry looked up at her, their eyes meeting. There was no longer the sweetness or resentment of the past, only sadness.
Henry held her hand in his palm.
He heard her faint voice. "Henry, does it hurt? I hurt too." Grace finally spoke.
Henry softly replied, "Tomorrow, Taylor has a check-up at the hospital. Let's go together, okay? Taylor is still young. She likes being held by her mom!"
Grace didn't respond, but Henry knew she agreed.
The next morning, Henry took Grace and Taylor out.
He didn't call for a driver. He drove a black Range Rover out of the garage. While waiting, he leaned against the car, smoking. The thin smoke rose in the crisp autumn morning and quickly disappeared.
After a cigarette, Grace came out with the nanny, who was holding Taylor. Grace followed behind.
Grace wore a teddy bear coat, thick and warm. The warm coffee color complemented her skin tone well. Although she was thin, she looked very young, not at all like someone who had given birth.
Henry's gaze deepened. He put out the cigarette, opened the back door for the nanny, and when Grace was about to get in, he gently held her arm and said softly, "Sit next to me."
After saying that, he closed the back door and opened the front passenger door.
Grace hesitated for a few seconds and got in.
Henry clearly wanted to be close to her, to make her talk, but Grace was cold to him. The nanny in the back seat was very uneasy, afraid that Grace's coldness would push Henry away. After all, a man like Henry had plenty of women interested in him.
But Grace didn't care. She had long been disheartened with Henry and their marriage. She only hoped he would give up and they could go their separate ways peacefully!
Half an hour later, the black Range Rover rolled up to Montague Group Hospital.
Grace didn't expect to bump into anyone she knew. But there they were—Rebecca and Calvin.
And they weren't alone. They had a girl with them, younger than Elodie, named Sierra. She had a pretty face, all clean and bright-eyed. Honestly, she was way prettier than Elodie.
Sierra was staring right at Henry.
Grace figured Rebecca had brought Sierra along just for Henry. No wonder they were back in Evergreen City.
However, she didn't care. Lowering her eyes and giving a faint smile, she headed straight for the outpatient building, the nanny following close behind.Henry ignored Rebecca and Calvin like they were invisible. He shut the car door and was about to leave.
Sierra spoke up softly, "Mr. Montague, is that Mrs. Montague?"
Sierra had seen photos of Grace, who was super beautiful and classy. Seeing her in person was a shock. She thought Grace was Henry's age, but Grace looked so young and thin, not like someone who had given birth. Sierra felt a bit weird.
Henry just nodded, his attitude cold.
Sierra watched him walk away, lightly biting her lip. She couldn't understand why seeing Grace made her feel so uneasy.
Rebecca, however, understood perfectly—Sierra had fallen for Henry!Not surprising. A guy like Henry could make any woman swoon. Rebecca cursed Sierra in her mind for being unworthy, yet she also hoped Sierra would bring wealth and status.
Meanwhile, Henry caught up with Grace.
In the elevator, he spoke softly, "That's Elodie's cousin. I've only met her a few times. It's nothing!"
Grace looked down at Taylor and said softly, "You don't need to explain."
Even so, Grace was still distracted.
She remembered that night when Henry came back drunk, holding her and telling her that Esme's gaze reminded him of the old her. This Sierra was the same. It was normal for Henry to seek comfort elsewhere when he couldn't get it from Grace.
Grace was indifferent, and Henry didn't explain further.
At the neonatal department, the doctor checked Taylor. The results were great. Taylor's physical indicators were better than other kids her age, and she was developing really well.
Henry's heart was filled with warmth. He gently touched Taylor's cheek, warm and soft, just like Grace.
After the check-up, as they were about to leave, the doctor called Henry aside, "Mr. Montague, there's something I need to discuss with you privately. It's not serious."
Henry got the doctor's look. He turned to Grace and the nanny and said, "Take the baby to the car and wait for me. Turn on the heater."
The nanny, holding Taylor, assured him.
After they left, the head of the neonatal department closed the door. She hesitated for a long time before saying softly, "Mr. Montague, the baby is fine, but Mrs. Montague doesn't seem well. She appears to have postpartum depression."
Henry was stunned, thinking 'Postpartum depression?'
The doctor thought for a moment and reminded him, "Try to spend more time with her, do things that make her happy. It will benefit her mental and physical health."
Henry nodded and walked out of the consultation room.
He didn't go downstairs immediately but stood in the smoking area at the end of the corridor, smoking two cigarettes.
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