Chapter 61 It's Better to Have a Miscarriage

When James got to the hospital, he found Emily slumped in a chair, hooked up to an IV drip.

She was all by herself in the infusion room, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant. A thin needle was stuck in the back of her pale hand, and the clear liquid was slowly making its way into her veins.

The lighting in the room was soft and dim, casting a gentle glow on Emily's face, making her look even more delicate.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, gently swaying with her breath. Her hand lightly rested on the IV stand, her fingertips looking a bit pale.

Emily's eyes were glued to the IV bottle.

The clear liquid dripped down slowly, and her mind wandered, thinking about her tangled past with James and the baby she once carried.

Her heart was heavy with regret and self-blame.

She hated herself for getting involved with James in the first place and for not protecting the baby.

Lost in her thoughts, Emily didn't notice James walking up.

It wasn't until a shadow fell over her that she looked up, dazed.

James stood in front of her, his face blank.

They stared at each other in silence, the room eerily quiet.

'James already took my baby away, so why is he here now?' Emily wondered, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes so tightly her knuckles turned white, her eyes downcast.

Despite trying to hide it, the pain and hatred in her heart were clear.

After what felt like forever, James finally broke the silence, "Come back with me."

Emily almost laughed out of anger, wondering how James could say it so casually.

She ignored him, but then heard him continue in a calm voice, "Grandma's sick. She's not doing well and doesn't know about our divorce. She misses you and wants to see you."

"She's sick?" Hearing it was about Sophia, Emily finally looked up and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Back when she was with the Smith Family, Emily's position was super low.

James's parents and friends looked down on her, thinking she married into the family for money. They believed if James hadn't been in a coma, she wouldn't have been able to marry into the Smith Family. Even after James woke up, no one took her seriously.

Almost no one in the Smith Family wanted to interact with Emily, except for Sophia.

Sophia liked Emily a lot, often calling her over to chat and secretly offering her help and care.

It was Sophia's kindness that made Emily feel a bit of warmth in the Smith Family. No matter what, she was always grateful to Sophia.

Even though she now hated James, Emily couldn't ignore anything related to Sophia.

If Sophia knew Emily was pregnant again, she would be as happy as she was when Michael was born.

But Emily couldn't bear to disappoint Sophia or let her be hurt because of the baby. She closed her eyes in pain. "I understand. Come pick me up tomorrow."

James had no clue about Emily's inner struggle.

He glanced at her a few times, his eyes deepening, then sat in a nearby chair, reading a newspaper without saying a word. He stayed until her IV was finished before leaving.

The next afternoon, James pulled up to Emily's apartment.

Emily had gone the extra mile to look presentable, donning a light pink coat and putting on some makeup to hide her tiredness. She didn't want Sophia to worry.

"Get in the car, let's go," James said, taking her bag, opening the car door for her, and even fastening her seatbelt before walking around to the driver's seat.

As they drove along the winding road, the atmosphere inside the car was thick with tension.

Emily sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, avoiding any conversation with James.

James focused on driving, but he kept glancing at Emily, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes.

"Why are you so quiet? You chat freely with John but stay silent with me?" James finally broke the silence, his tone tinged with annoyance and jealousy.

Emily didn't respond right away. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her. She really didn't know how to deal with James now, especially since he acted like nothing had happened.

"Nothing, just a bit tired," Emily replied softly, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.

James frowned, clearly not satisfied with her answer. He turned, his sharp gaze fixed on Emily, as if trying to read her mind.

"Are you still thinking about that child?" James's tone suddenly turned icy.

Emily's body tensed; she hadn't expected James to bring up the topic. Her hand instinctively moved to her abdomen, where the child she had once cherished had grown.

But that child was gone, cruelly taken away by James, and now he was bringing it up so casually.

"Why did you do it?" Emily's voice was hoarse, filled with pain.

'What did I do? She was pregnant with John's child, and John didn't protect her. What does it have to do with me? Can't I even mention it?' James thought.

James let out a cold laugh, his anger rising, and spoke without thinking, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Emily, you are Michael's mother. It was just an unlucky child. Why do you care so much?"

As soon as the harsh words left his mouth, James felt a pang of regret. But he didn't want to apologize, his face tight with tension.

Emily's heart sank as she heard the malice in James's words.

She turned, her gaze locking onto James, her eyes blazing with anger and pain. "An unlucky child? James! That was your child! Don't you feel any remorse?"

Emily's voice cracked with emotion, her eyes filling with tears.

'My child? At this point, why is Emily still trying to deceive me? Moreover, she miscarried. Emily actually still wants me to be accountable for John's child? Do I look that stupid? Her child is gone, and John can't even take responsibility for that?' James thought, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his expression cold as he looked at Emily, not bothering to argue any further.

"John doesn't even want to acknowledge this child, so why are you still with him? It's better that you miscarried. Now you can be my mistress in peace," James said coldly, as if he were discussing something trivial.

Emily's body shook violently; she couldn't believe her ears. She knew James was cold and heartless, but she hadn't expected him to be so cruel to her.

Her heart felt like it had been pierced by a sharp knife, the pain almost unbearable.