Chapter 371 Oliver, We're Even Now
The VIP ward had that faint antiseptic smell hanging in the air.
Sarah was out cold, lying there on the bed, her hair all spread out on the white pillow, looking so damn fragile.
Oliver walked over and sat down next to her. He reached out and gently touched her cheek—it was ice cold. Then he touched her palm, still cold.
Olivia was wiping her tears away, "The doctor said Mrs. Windsor is really weak right now. After her miscarriage, she needs to take good care of herself, or it's gonna be tough for her as she gets older."
"Olivia, please leave," Oliver said, his voice calm.
Olivia hesitated for a moment but eventually left the room.
The place went dead silent.
Oliver's hand shook as he caressed Sarah's lower abdomen. Just two hours ago, Diana, the baby he had longed for, was still there. But now, she was gone.
He lowered his head and pressed his face against Sarah's abdomen, just like he had done so many times before. Tears rolled down from the corner of his eye.
It was evening when Sarah finally woke up.
The lights in the room were off, and they just stared at each other in the twilight.
Oliver's voice was hoarse, "Does it still hurt?"
Sarah looked away, staring quietly at the ceiling, her voice very soft, "Are you asking about the slap or the pain of losing the baby? If it's the slap, I can tell you, it doesn't hurt anymore. It hasn't hurt for a long time because I've gotten used to it. I've long been accustomed to the humiliation and pain you bring me. What's one slap compared to that?"
Oliver's voice trembled, "Sarah, I'm sorry!"
Sarah didn't look at him. She kept staring at the same spot, a faint smile on her face, "If it's because of the baby, she is already gone!"
"Ellie almost killed Jacob. I took one of her legs and her uterus! And you, to avenge her, caused me to lose our baby."
Sarah's smile was bleak, "Oliver, we're even now."
He gripped her hand tightly, his voice low and hoarse, "I didn't mean to! Sarah, I didn't want to lose our baby. I'm just as heartbroken as you are."
But Sarah pulled her hand back. She didn't want to hear his explanation or have his company.
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes as she murmured, "I don't want to see you."
She pulled the blanket over herself and cried alone under it.
To Oliver, this unborn child was just a regret. He might be sad for a few days, but with time, he would eventually forget.
But for a woman, a lost child was a piece of flesh torn from her body, a pain she could never forget for the rest of her life.
Oliver stayed with her all night.
The next day, he had an important engagement and needed to return to the villa.
The walk-in closet had been scrubbed clean. The blood from Sarah's miscarriage was gone, but a faint metallic smell still hung in the air.
Oliver opened the wardrobe door and pulled out a tie.
He was dressed to the nines and ready to leave, but the lingering smell of blood made him uneasy. Finally, he yanked off the tie and slumped down on the dressing stool.
With shaky hands, he took out a cigarette and lit it.
Now that the baby was gone, he didn't need to avoid smoking anymore. He could light up whenever he wanted.
He had actually quit smoking before.
The smoke was harsh. In the haze of nicotine, Oliver thought about everything between him and Sarah.
Lately, their relationship had warmed up. It felt like they were back in their honeymoon phase, maybe even better. Back then, Sarah was too naive. Now, she was gentle and composed, more suited to be his wife.
Oliver felt a wave of frustration.
A nanny cautiously spoke at the door, "Mr. Windsor, Jacob is crying! He's been looking for Mrs. Windsor."
Oliver stubbed out the cigarette, "Bring Jacob here."
The nanny quickly brought Jacob over.
Jacob, not seeing Sarah or Olivia in the morning, clung to Oliver, crying for his mom. The nanny nearby added, "Last night, Mrs. Windsor had a miscarriage. Jacob saw the blood and was probably scared."
Oliver held Jacob. Jacob was well taken care of and looked a lot like Sarah, quite refined.
Oliver had important matters to attend to, but now he decided to put them aside. He held Jacob, smelling the comforting scent of a child.
At this moment, he needed this kind of solace.
After a while, he pressed his face against Jacob's, "Alright! I'll take you to see Mommy."
When he brought Jacob to the hospital, Olivia was surprised but very happy.
She was traditional in her thinking and hoped Oliver and Sarah could reconcile.
Olivia took Jacob and whispered, "Don't disturb Mommy later. She is not feeling well."
Jacob was very understanding and nodded vigorously.
Olivia placed him on Sarah's bed. Little Jacob pressed his face tightly against Sarah's, the warmth from the child spreading to the adult, bringing comfort.
No matter how sad Sarah was, she couldn't help but be moved. This was her son.
She held back her tears and kissed Jacob. Jacob wiped her tears, "Mommy, don't cry!"
Sarah forced a smile.
Oliver felt a sense of relief. He also sat by the bed, softly comforting, "Sarah, we will have more children in the future."
Sarah didn't respond. How could they have more children?
Just then, Oliver's phone rang. The distinctive ringtone was unmistakably Ellie's.
Oliver glanced at it and immediately hung up.
For a moment, the atmosphere was incredibly tense.
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