Chapter 158 Is It Concern or Imprisonment?
The meds made it tough to move, but I managed to sit up and check the drawer by the bed. It was just full of basic medical stuff and random items, no phone. Determined, I stretched to reach the drawer on the cabinet, but it was empty too. I bit my lip and leaned over to check the drawer on the far table, but still, nothing.
The Howard family was really sneaky! They acted like they cared by sending me to the hospital, but they took my phone to cut off my contact with the outside world. This was basically imprisoning me, but in a more twisted way.
If I wanted my phone back, I'd have to play along and make them think I was on their side. The thought made me laugh bitterly. All I wanted was to get out of this miserable marriage and divorce Edward, but now I had to pretend in front of his family. My phone wasn't just a way to contact the outside world; it was my lifeline. At least this VIP ward had a TV, so I could kill time watching that.
Days dragged on, and Edward never showed up. Instead, Clara brought me meals three times a day. I didn't want her to go through all that trouble, and I didn't want to fake a smile and chat with her every day. Finally, one day when she brought me food again, I couldn't hold back. "Mrs. Howard, the hospital has nutritious meals. You don't have to bring me food every day."
Clara smiled and handed me a cup of hot milk while tidying up. "How can that be? Hospital food can't compare to homemade. Plus, you're carrying Edward's child. Even if I didn't want to bring you food, Hayden wouldn't agree."
Her words hit me hard. The Howard family was only good to me because I was carrying their child, not because I was Diana. Was this what they meant by elevating one's status through the child?
But I didn't want this kind of "status." Maybe it was my poor spirits or the physical strain, but even with medication to prevent miscarriage, the baby's development wasn't looking good.
One day, the doctor came to my bedside with my test report. "Mrs. Howard, you haven't had children before, right? Why is your body so weak? Have you taken any medication that could cause a miscarriage?"
The doctor's question hit me like a bolt of lightning. Medication that could cause a miscarriage?
I quickly shook my head and said, "I haven't been able to conceive since getting married, and I've taken a lot of nutritional supplements."
The doctor looked even more puzzled. "Logically, you're at a good age for childbirth, and your body shouldn't be this weak. If you've taken any medication before, can you tell me exactly what they were?"
I shook my head, still confused. "The supplements were specially prepared by my mother-in-law. I don't know the specific ingredients." The doctor sighed and left the room.
Doubt started creeping into my mind. If it was really the medication, what had Clara been giving me? I couldn't conceive while taking those supplements, but when I decided to divorce and stopped taking them, I got pregnant.
Conspiracy theories swirled in my head, but I didn't dare to think too much about it. It wouldn't help anyway; I'd stopped taking the supplements so long ago that it would be hard to trace anything now.
For now, the only thing I could do was pretending to be willing to reconcile with Edward, so they'd lower their guard. Maybe because she thought I was genuinely focusing on my treatment, Clara cut her visits down to once a day.
For me, this was a relief. With the ongoing effects of the medication, my body gradually improved; the weakness slowly faded, and my complexion began to look better. But every time Clara came to see me, I was very cautious, fearing that one wrong move would expose my thoughts and put me in an even more dangerous situation.
Every day, besides receiving treatment, I silently observed my surroundings, waiting for the right moment to escape this seemingly warm but actually treacherous imprisonment.
My feelings about the child in my womb were even more complicated. This child should have been a symbol of love, but in this tangled situation, it had become a pawn in the power struggle between me and the Howard family. At the same time, it was my only source of reliance now. I often touched my belly, lost in thought, uncertain of what the future held for us.
One sunny morning, I was savoring a rare moment of tranquility during a slow walk in the hospital garden with a nurse. However, the peace was suddenly broken when I saw Anne walking toward me, and my heart sank. I immediately became alert.
Anne's expression was very natural. As soon as she saw me, she ran towards me with joy, as if she had seen a very close person. She said, "Diana, I just heard that you're pregnant as soon as I got back! I'm so happy; I'm going to be an aunt!"
A cold smile appeared on my lips, and my eyes were full of sarcasm. "When Aria announced her pregnancy, you weren't this happy. Why are you pretending to act for me?" I asked.
I thought this would make Anne angry, but to my surprise, my sharp words didn't anger her. Instead, she showed a comforting expression. "It's different. You know it very well. Although I didn't like you before, I still prefer you over Aria. I don't like her at all. So even if she's pregnant with Edward's child, I won't have any good feelings toward her. But you're different. You're Edward's legal wife. If your child is born, Aria will have no standing in this family. Don't you agree?"
Hearing Anne's words, combined with Edward's and Clara's previous attitudes towards me, I couldn't help but feel alarmed. My eyes became sharp as I stared straight at Anne. "What exactly do you want?" My tone was full of questioning, laden with suspicion about her motives, as I raced to devise a plan.
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