Chapter 370 He Caused the Miscarriage of Their Baby
But Oliver didn't catch any of that. He was too worried about Ellie and bolted out, totally clueless that the baby he was so excited for had already died in Sarah's womb.
He stormed off, leaving Sarah alone to deal with the miscarriage. She was shaking with pain, clutching her stomach, staring at the blood drops slowly turning the carpet red.
It was almost laughable. Not long ago, he was holding her, whispering, "Sarah, let's make this work." And just like that, he slapped her because of Ellie.
All his promises? Total lies.
Sarah was in agony, leaning against the wall, inching her way to the top of the stairs. She called out weakly, "Olivia, Olivia..."
Olivia was downstairs and heard her. She looked up and saw Sarah on the second floor, pale and covered in blood.
Olivia freaked out. She rushed to support Sarah, almost in tears, "Mrs. Windsor, what's happening?"
Sarah managed a faint smile, using her last bit of strength, "Call the driver. I need to get to the hospital. The baby... it's gone."
Meanwhile, Oliver sped to the hospital where Ellie was. In a plain ward, Ellie lay there, lifeless. Her left leg was amputated, her uterus removed. She could never have a child.
When Oliver arrived, Ellie turned to look at him. Her once charming eyes now burned with hatred. She used all her strength to speak hoarsely. "Sarah is so cruel! Oliver, you have to avenge me!"
Oliver walked over, and Ellie buried herself in his arms, sobbing. She had no family left, only Oliver. She needed him to get justice for her.
In his arms, she kept ranting about how cruel Sarah was.
But Oliver remembered that night when Jacob was missing, and Sarah was out in the pouring rain, calling his name like a madwoman.
He also remembered just now, after they made love, he slapped Sarah.
He couldn't give Ellie justice. Deep down, he knew he was too greedy. He wanted Sarah's tenderness and also wanted to make it up to Ellie. He was torn between the two women.
He couldn't promise her anything. He just held Ellie and whispered, "I'll make it up to you."
"Make it up?" Ellie looked up from his arms.
With tears streaming down her face, she laughed bitterly, "I lost my leg and my uterus! Oliver, how are you gonna make it up to me? Marry me? But even if you do, it won't change the fact that I'm a cripple. I'm not even a normal woman anymore."
She pounded her fist against his chest, crying out, "Oliver, I'm a cripple!"
Oliver felt a deep ache inside. Once Ellie finally calmed down, he walked alone to the end of the hallway, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag.
He was troubled, but in the end, he blamed Sarah for being so ruthless and unforgiving. He and Ellie had been over for a long time, but Sarah just couldn't let it go.
Oliver exhaled a light gray smoke ring.
He thought maybe he had been spoiling Sarah too much lately, making her so ruthless. Women shouldn't be spoiled too much!
As he was lost in thought, he heard the click of high heels behind him.
Oliver turned around. It was Zoey.
He assumed Sarah had sent her, and still fuming at Sarah, he snapped, "I'll go back when I'm done here. Tell her to stop being so controlling!"
Zoey's expression was complicated. She looked at Oliver and spoke softly, "Mr. Windsor, Mrs. Windsor had a miscarriage. The doctor said it was caused by a severe blow to the abdomen. The baby... it's gone."
Oliver was stunned. He forgot about the cigarette between his fingers, forgot everything around him. All he could hear was Zoey's words, "The baby is gone."
Outside the window, the leaves of late autumn were falling.
Inside, Oliver, dressed in a white shirt, stood there in a daze for what felt like forever. He couldn't seem to accept it.
Zoey was also choked up, "She's in the hospital now, very weak. Mr. Windsor, are you going to stay with Ms. Johnson or go back to Mrs. Windsor?"
Oliver was already heading towards the elevator. Zoey quickly followed.
The driver was driving. Oliver sat in the back seat, silent.
He sat there quietly, thinking about the sweet moments with Sarah after they found out about the baby.
Sarah had become gentle and had stopped thinking about leaving him.
He thought they would be together forever. He had even thought of a name, Diana, for their little girl.
It was that slap that caused the miscarriage. He remembered Sarah hitting the dressing table. She had held onto it and said something to him, but he was too angry to notice her condition.
It was him who caused the miscarriage of their baby!
Oliver turned his face away, his eyes wet with tears.
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