Chapter 250 Miscarriage
A few servants rushed over to help Calla out of the water.
Even though it had been warm earlier, the weather had turned cold, and the pool water was freezing. Calla was shivering like crazy when they pulled her out.
Out of nowhere, Anthony showed up, threw a blanket around Calla, and scooped her up. He sprinted towards the parking lot, yelling, "Get the driver to bring the car around! We're heading to the hospital!"
The driver pulled up, and Anthony jumped into the back seat with Calla in his arms.
Calla was ice-cold and shaking uncontrollably, blood starting to flow from her body.
Anthony had never been this freaked out. He held her tight, gripping her cold hand.
"Calla, hang in there; you'll be okay," he said.
Calla's face was pale, her lips trembling, but she managed a weak smile. "Of course, I'll be okay. But the baby..."
Anthony's hand shook. "The baby will be okay too! I won't let anything happen to either of you!" he said, trying to sound confident.
He didn't really believe it, but saying it out loud gave him a tiny bit of hope.
Outside the emergency room, Anthony paced back and forth, anxious.
Calla had been in there for a while now.
There were still bloodstains on the floor outside the door.
Suddenly, the corridor's glass door flew open. Mary, supported by a servant, stumbled in.
Anthony rushed to help her. "Grandma, why are you here?"
Mary grabbed his hand. "How could I not come when something this serious happened? How is my precious grandchild? Is Calla okay?"
Anthony frowned deeply. "Calla is still being resuscitated. The doctor hasn't come out yet."
Mary said, "I'll call Michael! He should be here. After all, it's his child."
She pulled out her phone and called Michael. "Michael, you need to get to the hospital fast. Something happened to Calla."
Michael got the call and rushed over, only to find Calla had been moved to a ward.
Michael looked worried as he glanced at Mary and Anthony.
But Anthony avoided his gaze, not looking directly at him.
Mary reached out, and Michael took her hand.
"Michael, Calla's baby didn't make it! This is all Elizabeth's doing! I never thought she could be so cruel! How could she do this to Calla? In this cold weather, she pushed Calla into the fish pond! It's all my fault! I should never have let her marry you!" Mary cried.
Michael patted her back. "Don't blame yourself; it's been years. We're already divorced."
Mary wiped her tears. "Go in and see Calla."
Michael walked into the ward where Calla was still unconscious and asked the nurse, "How's the baby?"
The nurse asked, "Are you a family member?"
"Yes," Michael replied.
"The fetus was too small and had already died in the womb. The hospital has already disposed of it, and it will be cremated soon," the nurse said.
Michael frowned, wanting to do a paternity test.
"Where is the fetal tissue?" he asked.
The nurse gave him a hard look, probably not expecting him to be so calm, even cold-blooded.
"The fetus has already been mixed with other patients' stillbirths and can no longer be distinguished," the nurse replied.
Hearing this, Michael had to give up.
Toby walked into the ward and overheard their conversation, feeling indignant.
Toby snapped, "Mr. Thomas, what are you trying to do with Calla's baby? The baby's already gone; why can't you let it rest in peace? What's your real agenda? Do you even care about Calla, or were you just using her? Now that the baby's gone, why don't you let her go and let me take her far away from you? Out of sight, out of mind!"
Mary got anxious hearing this. "Mr. Griffin, what are you saying? Let's wait until Calla wakes up. Let Michael stay with her. We should all leave. She needs to rest now."
Toby stormed out, fuming.
Michael stayed by Calla's bedside, looking at her pale face, feeling a wave of guilt.
Calla slowly woke up, weakly opening her eyes and calling out, "Michael."
Seeing this, Michael felt even more guilty. Even though he didn't love her, he felt responsible for her current state.
He gently said, "I'm here. Don't worry, just rest."
Calla looked at him, her eyes filled with hope. "Is the baby okay?" she asked.
Michael couldn't meet her eyes and turned his head away.
"Calla, you're still young. You'll have more children. This baby... it wasn't meant to be," he said.
Hearing this, Calla turned her head away, silently crying. After a moment, she turned back to Michael.
"Michael, this baby was healthy and safe in my womb. It had a chance to come into this world. It was Elizabeth. She didn't want me to have your baby. She was jealous of me!" Calla cried bitterly, her pale face looking pitiful.
Michael didn't know how to comfort her.
Calla continued, "Michael, it was Elizabeth who pushed me. She was unhappy with me being with you. But I know you don't love me. I was already planning to let go and fulfill your love. Why couldn't she spare me and the baby?"
With that, she wept uncontrollably.
Hearing this, Michael frowned tightly. He thought that Elizabeth had indeed gone too far.
He held Calla's hand and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Calla didn't expect him to still consider her.
"Michael, I want you to avenge our baby, to make Elizabeth pay," she said.
Michael stood up and said, "I know what to do. You rest well and don't overthink."
At the Jones Group, in the president's office, Elizabeth was at work but distracted.
She didn't know how Calla was doing now. Was the baby saved?
Suddenly, the phone rang, startling her and making her heart pound.
She glanced at the caller ID. It was Michael. She trembled as she answered, "Hello."
She didn't know why she was so scared. Clearly, she didn't push Calla. It was Calla who stepped back and fell into the pool.
But now, Elizabeth couldn't explain herself.
"Elizabeth, I need an explanation," Michael's cold voice sounded like a call from hell.
Elizabeth responded, "I have nothing to explain. I didn't intend to provoke her. It was she who had Susan call me over, saying she wanted to return something to me. That's why I went. When I got there, she kept saying things to provoke me..."
Michael cut her off, "So you couldn't take it and pushed her into the pool?"
Elizabeth shouted, "It's not like that! I didn't push her!"
Michael said, "You didn't push her, so in this cold weather, she jumped into the pool herself, causing the baby to die in the womb and nearly freezing herself to death? Elizabeth, do you think that's reasonable?"
Elizabeth replied, "Whether it's reasonable or not, that's the truth!"
Michael said viciously, "Elizabeth! Stop making excuses! Get to the hospital now!"
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