Chapter 173 Threatened Miscarriage
I struggled to squat down against the wall, picking up the underwear Edward had carelessly tossed on the ground, wiping the milky white liquid trickling down my inner thigh. Meanwhile, Edward was fixing his pants, looking down at me with a gaze that made me feel even more ashamed.
Furious, I stood up and threw the semen-stained underwear at his face. Taking advantage of his stunned reaction, I quickly grabbed my coat and bolted down the fire escape. I thought he would chase after me and beat me up, but after running down two flights of stairs, I didn't see him.
I only heard the heavy sound of the fire door closing above. Edward must have gone back to Aria's room. The fact that he didn't pursue me for throwing the underwear at him made me even sadder. Once again, Edward had won.
The pain in my abdomen grew more intense, a sense of foreboding quickly spreading through me. I could only silently pray, with the most devout wish of a mother, "Baby, you must be strong!"
I didn't want to go back to the Howard Villa, so I forced my weak body to drive to my small apartment. Along the way, my vision began to blur, and the surroundings seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog. I could only rely on the last bit of consciousness to keep the steering wheel steady.
By the time I returned to the apartment, my consciousness was already fading. I dragged my leaden legs out of the elevator. My body felt like a puppet that had lost its support, and then I felt myself falling, followed by a blinding whiteness as all my senses left me.
I seemed to see the little girl who had appeared in my dreams, waving to me from the clouds. I desperately wanted to catch up to her, but my feet felt like they were chained, unable to move. I could only watch as the little girl, with her cute little wings, gradually floated away into the endless clouds.
I suddenly opened my eyes to a world of whiteness. Slowly looking around, I found myself lying in a hospital bed. It was clear that this was not the super VIP room at Brightlight Hospital.
"You're going to be a father. How can you be so reckless? If something happens to your wife, you'll regret it forever!" A man's scolding voice came from the hallway outside, stern and authoritative.
Another man responded, "It's all my fault. I couldn't control myself. I promise it won't happen again."
Who brought me to the hospital? I instinctively touched my belly, and tears welled up in my eyes. Had Edward caused me to miscarry? The pain washed over me like a tide. I tried to sit up to find out what had happened and to confront Edward, the culprit, but my body felt drained; even the simple act of lifting my arm exhausted me.
I had no idea how much time had passed when I vaguely felt someone gently stroking my face. Struggling to open my eyes, I expected to see Edward, but it was Lila who appeared before me.
"Diana, you're finally awake!" Lila said, her eyes brimming with genuine concern.
Then another face came into view—it was David. Seeing him reminded me of the moment before I fainted in the elevator. It was he who had brought me to the hospital.
I murmured, "My child..." The thought of my child brought tears to my eyes again.
"Diana, don't worry, the child is fine," Lila comforted me, holding my hand.
"Why are you hiding the truth from her?" David said coldly.
The glimmer of hope I had felt was instantly shattered. I gripped Lila's hand tightly, my voice trembling. "Lila, I've lost the baby, haven't I?"
Lila turned her face away, wiping her tears, and said, "Diana, the child is still in your womb for now, but the doctor said..." Her voice choked up, unable to finish her sentence.
I mustered all my strength to ask, "What did the doctor say?"
David answered, "The doctor said you have signs of a threatened miscarriage. Although the child is still safe for now, it could happen at any time..."
He didn't finish, but I understood what he meant. Perhaps my daughter already knew that this was not the right time to come and wanted to return to the heavens to choose another mother. I turned my head, letting the tears flow freely.
Lila hurriedly wiped my tears and comforted me, "Diana, if you take good care of yourself, there's still a chance to save the child."
I knew she was just trying to comfort me. The hope was too slim, but how could I be willing to give up my child?
David stood by, frowning, his eyes showing a complex emotion I couldn't understand. "Diana, you can't be so willful anymore. You have to think about yourself. This shouldn't have happened in the first place." His tone was reproachful, making my already fragile heart ache even more.
"Willful? You think I'm being willful?" I looked at him with wide eyes, my voice trembling with emotion. "This is my child. How could I not care? You don't understand how I feel right now."
"I don't understand? Diana, you've put yourself in danger from the start by getting involved with the Howard family. Do you think this is just about you?" David's voice grew louder.
I screamed, "My dealings with the Howard family are none of your business. It's my choice. And I never intended to harm this child!" Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Your so-called choice is to jump into danger repeatedly? Have you ever thought about what would happen to the people who care about you if something happened to you? This child might have been a mistake from the beginning." David's words, though meant to show concern, were harsh.
Lila anxiously looked at David and said, "Stop arguing. Diana needs to rest. Whatever it is, wait until she's better."
"Rest? Do you think she'll listen? She's always been so stubborn." David shot me a cold look and walked towards the door.
"Leave! You're not here to care for me; you're here to blame me!" I shouted at his back, tears streaming down my face.
David paused for a moment but left the room without looking back. The room fell silent.
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