Chapter 663 Depression
At Harold's side.
Desiree was out of it, feeling like all her energy had been sucked out in a flash. She huddled under the blanket, tears streaming down and soaking it bit by bit.
Harold saw everything and felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He'd been struggling for days too.
Just when he was at a loss, someone walked in. He noticed a flicker of surprise on the person's face. "Mr. Brown."
Oscar nodded and glanced towards the hospital room.
On his way over, he'd heard about what happened to Desiree.
He asked Harold, "Is she okay?"
Harold's mouth twisted bitterly. He tried to force a smile but couldn't even manage that. "Not good. She doesn't even want to see me. I got kicked out. Someone must've hurt her. When I find that person..." He clenched his fist, not finishing his sentence.
But the coldness in his eyes said it all.
This time, he was truly pissed.
Whoever dared to mess with Desiree and hurt his kid had crossed the line.
"I came to talk to you about this," Oscar paused, his eyes meaningful, "Have you ever suspected someone close to you?"
Harold stared at him blankly.
Soon, Natalia was called in for questioning.
From her, Harold learned that Ember had visited Desiree that day, but according to her, this seemed quite normal.
"Normal?" Harold felt confused.
Natalia nodded. "Yes, Mr. Lewis, your mother often comes to visit Mrs. Lewis. You know that. And that day, your mother brought a thermos for Mrs. Lewis, which seemed to contain some precious supplement, called... yes, Rhodiola rosea!"
Upon hearing this, Harold remained silent for a long time.
Natalia glanced at him curiously and was startled by the intense coldness in his eyes.
Ember found out about Desiree's miscarriage two days later.
When she first heard, she was a bit scared of being discovered, and she was on edge at home for a while. But then she thought again,
'I'm Harold's mother. What can he do to me? Will he really turn against his own mother for a woman?'
"No, I need to start preparing now. With no obstacles anymore, Harold can finally leave that woman and be with someone else," Ember muttered, happily picking up her phone, "I'll call Isolde Porter right now. Let's have Harold come over tonight and have dinner with them. They are sure to hit it off!"
Wesley hesitated. "Aren't you being too hasty?"
Although he didn't like Desiree much either, she was still in the hospital and had just lost her child!
No matter what, that was still the Lewis family's bloodline.
"What do you mean! You think I don't care about Harold's child? If I didn't care, why would I go over every day to take care of her? But now the child is gone, it just means it wasn't meant to be." Ember didn't dare to look up as she said this, afraid Wesley would see the guilt in her eyes. And her fingers trembled slightly.
Even Wesley didn't know that it was Ember who caused Desiree to lose the child.
What she brought to Desiree that day wasn't Rhodiola rosea, but Saffron, which was also a supplement.
But Saffron's effect was to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. For most people, consuming some was harmless and even beneficial for health, but for pregnant women, it was a potent toxin. With the right dosage, it could easily cause a miscarriage. So Ember used it to make Desiree lose her child.
Even though she had nightmares every night after doing this, so what? It was still better than having an unclean woman marry into their family.
"Watch your mouth," Ember snapped at him again. "When I call Harold later, don't let anything slip, or I won't forgive you!"
"Do whatever you want, I don't care," Wesley said, shrugging.
Five minutes later, Ember dialed Harold's number. "Are you coming home for dinner tonight? I invited an old friend of mine and her daughter Isolde. She's very nice, well-educated, and has just returned from overseas. The most important thing is that we know her well. How about meeting her?"
Whatever was said on the other end must have been good news.
Ember's face lit up with obvious joy. "Good, two days later is fine too. As long as you meet her! I'll arrange it, but you must come."
"Do you really think Harold will accept someone else so quickly?" Wesley asked, skeptical.
Ember snorted, dismissing his doubts, "What do you know? What if he comes to his senses? It's obvious that Desiree doesn't truly care for him. I don't believe Harold can't see that. Before, he was temporarily infatuated with that woman, and the child tied him down. Now that the child is gone, how could he still be hung up on her?"
When Wesley saw that she kept mentioning the child, his frown deepened. He began to suspect something.
But the thought was too terrifying to entertain.
In the end, he could only let Ember make her arrangements.
Desiree stayed in the hospital for five whole days.
Since waking up that day, she had been in the ward, unwilling to talk to anyone. She didn't respond to anyone who came in to speak to her.
She even ignored Harold.
Harold had no way to deal with her in this state. He could only visit her day after day, telling her about things happening at the company, hoping to help her open up.
The nurses saw him visiting the ward every day and were envious of Desiree.
"The woman in room 302 is so lucky to have such a handsome, wealthy, and caring husband."
"Yes, he comes to visit every day. I've never seen him miss a day."
"When will I find such a good husband? Having one like that would make my life worth it."
Desiree shut herself off in the ward, isolating herself from the sounds, so she couldn't hear what they were saying.
She quietly looked at the windowsill, where there was a pot of green plants.
The greenery was used to help regulate patients' moods. After all, staring at a blank ward for too long could make anyone sick.
But looking at the vibrant green plants, Desiree's mood was still down.
Even as she looked, she would think of her lost child.
Just a few days ago, when she went for a check-up, the doctor said the child was very healthy.
But a few days later, the child turned into a pool of blood, not even having the chance to see the world.
Why did it have to be her child that something happened to? If someone didn't like her, they could have come after her. Why harm her child?
Warm drops fell on the back of her hand. Desiree couldn't control her emotions.
"Desiree, don't be like this!" Someone rushed in and hugged her.
Desiree then stumbled back a few steps and sat down on the bed.
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