Chapter 489
Had they always been sneaking around behind her back when she wasn't within sight?
"Cassie, you've misunderstood," Joseph retorted, instinctively distancing himself from Joyce. "I had a cut on my hand, she was merely assisting..."
"Whether you were bleeding or not, isn't that the nurse's responsibility? What does she have to do with it?" Cassie interjected, her fury palpable. "If you can't bear being apart from her, why feign attachment to me? Is this some twisted game for you?"
Joseph's striking countenance blanched instantly, whether from the loss of blood or her scathing words remained unclear.
Joyce Ray, in a fluster, tried to clarify, "Rosalind, Joseph is speaking the truth. Look at his hand—it's still bleeding..."
"Silence," Cassie shot her a venomous glare. "Joyce, I've tolerated you long enough. Do you take me for a pushover?"
With that, Cassie lunged at Joyce unexpectedly, seizing her long hair and delivering a flurry of slaps.
"Ah! Rosalind, stop... Joseph, help!" Joyce's pleas echoed as she struggled, pulled mercilessly to the side by Cassie.
"Cassie, regain your composure, release her!" Joseph dashed forward, attempting to pry Cassie's hands away.
But Cassie's grip on Joyce's hair was relentless, and Joyce's screams of pain persisted.
"Cassie, you're crossing the line."
Michael, entering the room and witnessing the chaos, collided with Cassie with such force that she was knocked to the floor.
Pain coursed through her body, feeling as if she was coming undone.
What disoriented her further was the sudden sensation of dampness.
Suddenly, the nurse shrieked, "She's bleeding!"
Cassie glanced down to find a fresh pool of blood where she was seated.
She touched it tentatively; it was still warm.
Her mind went blank.
Until Joseph, in a frenzy, scooped her up, "Summon a doctor, immediately!"
He sprinted towards the ER, cradling Cassie in his arms.
The medical team promptly ushered Cassie in for an examination.
The door slammed shut, leaving Joseph pacing anxiously. Joyce approached him, tears streaming down her face, "Joseph, I apologize. It's my fault for causing Rosalind to jump to conclusions again."
Joseph's gaze was filled with fury. Initially, his only regret was asking Joyce to stay; he harbored no resentment towards her. But at that moment, the sight of Cassie bleeding filled him with revulsion. "Didn't I instruct you to leave? Who invited you back?"
Michael stepped in to shield Joyce. "Listen, Joyce was merely concerned about you. Cassie started the fight without any provocation."
"She's my woman; you had no right to lay a hand on her!" Joseph could feel his rage simmering.
Michael retorted, exasperated, "I barely touched her. It's not enough to cause harm. She's probably menstruating or something. Don't blow things out of proportion."
"You better hope she's fine," Joseph retorted, too livid to engage in trivial squabbles. Yet, deep within, he prayed it was indeed just her period.
Thirty minutes later, the doctor emerged, and Joseph rushed over, "Doctor, how is she?"
"Joseph, your wife has experienced a traumatic event that threatens her pregnancy. She's exhibiting signs of a threatened miscarriage and needs to be hospitalized for observation."
"Pregnant?" Joseph was taken aback.
"Yes, she's been pregnant for over a month now, and she's carrying fraternal twins, no less."
"Fraternal twins?" Joseph felt his knees weaken, his body trembling from the shock.
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