Chapter 567 Della
"Mr. Daniel Taylor is a good guy, but this time, that woman must've tricked him. Mr. Cade Taylor, you gotta handle this yourself," the assistant said, forcing a smile.
Cade shot him a cold look and sneered, "Daniel's marriage is crucial for the Taylor family's future. He can't just mess around. I'll deal with Della myself."
Della woke up that afternoon.
Outside the window, the rain gently tapped on the dark green leaves, creating a soft, rhythmic sound.
The door to the hospital room opened, and a nurse in a white coat walked in. Seeing Della awake, she looked surprised. When Della tried to get out of bed, the nurse quickly stepped forward and held her down. "Ms. Vaughn, you need to rest more. You can't get up yet."
Lyric felt sore all over from sleeping.
The nurse lifted her hand, and Della watched as the nurse skillfully inserted a thin needle into the skin on the back of her hand, attaching several IV bottles.
Lyric frowned.
"Mr. Taylor just left. He should be back soon. Don't worry," the nurse said, thinking Della wanted to see Daniel and trying to reassure her.
When Della heard Daniel's name, her frown deepened. She touched her stomach with her other hand. It was flat and still hurt.
Her throat felt dry and sore, making it painful to speak, like swallowing razor blades. "Is the baby okay?"
The nurse paused for a moment, adjusting the IV.
"Is the baby still there?" Lyric realized something was wrong and asked again.
The nurse pressed her lips together and looked at her sympathetically. "Ms. Vaughn, maybe you should rest first and let Mr. Taylor tell you."
"Is the baby gone?" Lyric had a bad feeling but still held onto a glimmer of hope.
The nurse said, "Ms. Vaughn, you might not be able to be a mother in the future. This miscarriage has hurt your body too much."
Those words hit Lyric like a bolt of lightning. Her hand, with the needle still in it, clenched the white blanket tightly.
The nurse saw how tightly she was gripping and felt sorry for her, trying to comfort her. "It's not necessarily true. Technology is very advanced now. Miracles can happen, right? The future is uncertain. It's all temporary."
"Please leave. I want to be alone for a while," Lyric forced a smile.
The smile made her look even more fragile, like she was about to break. How could she still smile in this situation?
The nurse looked at her with unease and sympathy, then left the room, kindly closing the door.
As the door closed, Lyric's smile vanished instantly.
She would never smile again.
Her eyes felt dry and sore, and her heart ached terribly.
It felt like a cloth was suffocating her, making it hard to breathe.
The bitterness spread from her nose to her heart, filling her entire body.
Uncontrollable tears fell onto the needle-covered hand.
"Ms. Vaughn, you might not be able to be a mother in the future. This miscarriage has hurt your body too much."
The nurse's words echoed in her ears and mind like a loudspeaker.
The baby was gone.
She couldn't be a mother anymore.
She touched her flat stomach. No wonder it was so flat; she had miscarried.
"Baby, I'm sorry! It's all my fault. I wasn't careful and fell. This world is so beautiful, and you didn't get a chance to see it. I was waiting for your first word to be Mommy. Gone. Everything is gone. It's my fault. I couldn't protect you." She muttered to herself.
Hot tears fell uncontrollably, running into her cracked lips.
Salty.
Her throat felt sore and hoarse, so uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.
Lyric bit her lip, sobbing in despair.
Her hand kept hitting the blanket, hitting her own body. She felt useless, worthless. Why couldn't she even keep her baby?
That was her only child, and she would never have another.
She was too naive, too self-deluded.
She thought that after secretly loving Daniel for so many years, if she treated him well and stayed by his side, he would be moved, he would be satisfied, and he would reciprocate her feelings.
But what happened?
It wasn't like that at all!
He treated her as a substitute, as a woman who approached him for money, as a servant, as a plaything.
She had never been so humble, cooking for someone, enduring humiliation, trying to please and win back someone.
All her exceptions, all her love, she gave to him.
But he didn't cherish it.
His words always disregarded her feelings.
His gaze was always mocking, always dismissive.
When she gave him her heart, it was whole and alive. But now, it was broken and bloody.
Her hand kept hitting the blanket, over and over.
But she couldn't feel the pain.
She was numb.
She sobbed in agony, feeling so stupid for falling for a photo.
He looked so gentlemanly, his smile so clean and bright.
He was so gentle, bringing her immense happiness.
But now she realized how wrong she was.
He might be great, but not for her. He was only like that for the unattainable Margaret. She was just a substitute because she resembled Margaret. He stayed by her side out of pity, out of sympathy.
Not out of love, not out of affection.
Lyric couldn't accept the fact that her love for Daniel had led to her never being able to be a mother. She loved children so much, but now she couldn't have any.
Lyric grabbed the pillow and threw it to the ground.
She swept the water cup and fruit off the table, making a loud noise.
There was a knife in the fruit bowl. She didn't notice it, and when she swept it off, the knife's tip stabbed into her finger.
Before she came to Daniel, her fingers were white, smooth, and soft.
But now, they had unknowingly developed calluses.
Bright red blood spread across her hand, mingling with the pain.
It was everywhere.
But she seemed to have gone mad, completely losing control.
She kept tearing at the pillow, blood staining it.
She yanked out the needle.
Threw it to the ground.
The chair fell with a loud crash.
The hospital room door swung open.
Daniel, now in different clothes, stood at the door and saw the IV bottles on the floor.
The liquid splattered everywhere.
Daniel froze, panicking. He had never seen Della like this.
"Della—" he forced himself to stay calm, to approach her, but he couldn't find the words. Sorry? Guilty?
Those words seemed too weak.
It was clear she was so agitated because she knew the baby was gone.
Lyric, with tear-filled eyes and red-rimmed eyes, looked up. When their eyes met, Daniel's hand clenched at his side. This was the first time he saw her so cold, so angry, without a trace of love in her eyes.
"Della."
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