Chapter 123 Mr. Walton, Mrs. Walton Is in Trouble
He felt a suffocating pain whenever he thought about the days ahead without her.
He had always believed that she was an inconsequential presence in his life, that it made no difference whether she was there or not.
But when he realized she would never again appear in this house and never again be part of his life, his world, he felt an emptiness in his chest.
It was as if he had lost something incredibly important.
He didn't know why he felt that way.
He only knew that he didn't want a divorce, not at all.
"Darling, I'm sorry. I failed to protect you." Gabriel clutched Jessica's hand, a single tear falling to the ground.
That night, Jessica slept in the bed while Gabriel sat on the floor beside her, holding her hand.
When Jessica awoke, a gentle breeze blew through the window, causing the sheer curtains to flutter like butterflies. It was a beautiful sight.
In the past, this would have been a lovely scene.
But now, she was in no mood to appreciate it.
A servant brought in sumptuous breakfast, aromatic and visually appealing.
However, Jessica merely glanced at it indifferently. "I'm not hungry now. I'll eat at noon."
At noon, the servant brought up another lavish meal.
Jessica quietly took it. "I'll eat it. You can go now."
The servant replied, "Yes, Mrs. Walton."
In truth, Jessica ate neither breakfast nor lunch.
She had no appetite, not even a little.
This morning, she had woken up to find herself imprisoned. Gabriel had hired many bodyguards to surround the house, and even the servants were all in place.
In other words, from now on, she would be completely confined to this room.
She could not go anywhere else.
She called Gabriel, but he didn't answer.
One call, two calls, ten calls, twenty calls—no one answered.
Jessica knew he was doing it on purpose. He was deliberately not answering his phone.
At five in the afternoon, the sunset outside was breathtaking. A vast expanse of clouds painted across the sky in fiery reds, oranges, and tangerines. It was a dazzling display of color.
"How beautiful!" Jessica couldn't help but exclaim.
She pulled back the curtains, opened the window, and sat barefoot on the windowsill, resting her chin on one hand, quietly gazing at the scenery outside.
She didn't remember how long she sat there, only that the sunset faded and the sky gradually darkened. Jessica remained in the same position, unmoving on the windowsill.
Night fell, and the evening breeze grew cooler.
The wind whipped her dress and her bare feet grew colder, almost devoid of warmth.
She felt cold all over.
She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get warm.
But it seemed useless; she was still very cold.
The 'cold' was seeping from her heart, no amount of clothing could warm her.
There was a knock at the door. Jessica knew it was the meal delivery. She softly said, "Leave it at the door. I'll eat it later."
The servant who was accustomed to delivering three meals a day found nothing amiss and left the food at the door.
The wind outside grew stronger.
The temperature dropped further.
A light rain began to fall, the droplets carried in by the wind, landing on her delicate skin.
At first, when a few drops fell on her face, Jessica thought she was crying.
She reached up to touch her eyes, only to realize she wasn't crying; it was raining.
But why did the rain feel so much like her tears?
She missed her baby.
She missed it so very much.
Jessica's hand gently rested on her lower abdomen.
She seemed to still be able to sense its movements like before, to hear its heartbeat, just like before. But she was no longer there.
"Baby, I'm sorry." Jessica buried her head in her knees, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, baby. I am so useless. I didn't protect you. In your next life, when you choose a mommy from heaven, make sure to pick one who can protect you."
Tears flowed from her eyes, soaking a large patch on her knees.
The servant noticed something was wrong an hour later.
Originally, she had intended to check if Mrs. Walton had finished her dinner so she could take away dishes. They couldn't be left in the room indefinitely.
However, when she went upstairs, she found the dinner tray still outside the door.
"Mrs. Walton." The servant called out Jessica's name as she knocked on the door.
But inside, it was silent. There was not a sound.
The servant was terrified, anxiously calling out, "Mrs. Walton, Mrs. Walton, please answer me. Mrs. Walton, say something. Mrs. Walton, please say something. Don't scare me!"
Outside, there was much anxiety.
Jessica heard all the shouting, but she didn't want to respond.
She felt so tired that it even felt painful to breathe.
She had no extra energy to respond to them.
She was so very tired. She was too tired to even open her eyes.
After the servant had called Jessica for several minutes with no response, she was frightened and immediately ran downstairs to call Gabriel.
As she reached the bottom, she saw Gabriel and hurriedly reported. "Mr. Walton, Mrs. Walton seems to be in trouble."
"What did you say?" Gabriel's heart tightened, and he quickly ran upstairs.
The servant, panting, followed behind him, explaining, "I brought dinner to Mrs. Walton. She asked me to leave it outside the door. I didn't think much of it and I was afraid of disturbing her, so I did as she said. But an hour later, when I went to clean up, I found the dinner still outside. She hadn't come out to get it, and the food was untouched."
Gabriel looked at a nearby bodyguard and shouted, "What are you standing there for? Open the door immediately."
Once the door was opened, Gabriel rushed inside.
The first thing he saw was the breakfast and lunch on the table, along with the untouched dinner at the door, all neatly arranged.
That meant she hadn't eaten a single meal.
Gabriel grew more anxious, calling out as he ran. "Jessica, Jessica."
They searched everywhere—the bed, the bathroom, the dressing room, the closet—but found no sign of Jessica.
Gabriel picked up his phone, but Jessica's phone rang on the bed; she hadn't taken it with her.
He was terrified. Cold sweat covered his body.
"Are you sure she didn't go out?" Gabriel asked the bodyguard beside him.
The bodyguard, trembling, replied, "Mr. Walton, I assure you, Mrs. Walton couldn't have gone out. I've been guarding the door."
Gabriel instructed, "Call everyone up to search. Find her, even if you have to turn this building upside down."
As he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in. The curtains fluttered, and Gabriel suddenly saw that familiar, delicate figure.
"Never mind, everyone out," he said.
"Jessica." Gabriel called, his heart in his throat, walking quickly and urgently toward the window.
