novelraw Chapter 252 - 160 It’s really too simple and too naive.
Chapter 252 - 160 It’s really too simple and too naive.
Charlotte Miller was gambling, and whether she would win depended on whether Atlas Hallow would once again give in to her.
Perhaps with the little Hallow on the way, Charlotte subconsciously felt that Atlas should acquiesce, because isn’t it said that women during this time are the most important, and any request would be met? Besides, all she was asking for was to work.
But in Atlas Hallow’s world, this was unacceptable.
He could place everything at Charlotte’s feet, yet he didn’t want her to be too independent. It seemed that when she became too independent, she grew an invisible pair of wings, drifting further and further away from him, so he would clip those wings and never give her the freedom to fly freely.
Charlotte never imagined that Atlas would actually make such a ruthless decision.
When she received the call, she had just changed into her clothes, ready to go to Ethan Baird’s place. In fact, after handing over the documents in her possession over the next few days, she should start her winter vacation, so early in the morning she had put on a black turtleneck sweater, paired it with black wide-leg pants, and finally put on a burgundy cashmere coat. As she walked to the living room, Atlas was already dressed and sitting there having breakfast.
He drank black coffee while she had a warm cup of soybean milk.
The contrast in black and white was striking.
The fragrance of the soy milk was very faint, with a subtle aroma of beans that possibly turned slightly sweet after adding sugar, whereas the black coffee was rich, pure, and intense, stimulating the nerves.
Atlas’s behavior was somewhat out of character; he wasn’t as forceful as on previous occasions when they argued, when he would prevent her from leaving or use some other means to forcibly keep her there.
He just smiled as she sat down across from him, his eyes still full of appreciation.
He even picked up a slice of ham, placed it on toasted bread, and handed it to her, his thin lips parting slightly, his voice low and magnetic, resonating in the morning air: "You should have a full stomach to have energy when working. This ham is good today, give it a try..."
Charlotte actually thought he had changed his mind and agreed to let her go to work. Perhaps this could be considered a victory in the battle of wills. It seemed that pregnancy wasn’t such a bad thing, at least he learned to respect her, even if it was for the child in her belly, it was some progress.
Her bright face lit up with a sycophantic smile, and even her voice turned sweetly charming: "Thank you, Mr. Hallow."
Charlotte took the toast with ham and bit into it, her whole being blooming with joy. If they weren’t sitting a bit apart, and the aunt wasn’t present, she might have really hugged him tightly and kissed him.
"You’re welcome, President Miller." When Atlas called her President Miller, Charlotte’s heart sank suddenly, feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
Normally, Atlas should have called her Charlotte, or sometimes jokingly referred to her as Mrs. Hallow.
The term President Miller was what the people from Ethan’s side at the office used to address her yesterday. Atlas suddenly using this term during breakfast made Charlotte start to suspect what Atlas was up to.
Suddenly, Charlotte felt a bit creepy.
The air became briefly quiet. Charlotte picked up the soy milk and took a sip. The soybean milk made by the aunt was smooth and fine, with just the right amount of sweetness, yet she felt as if she had lost all appetite.
At this moment, Charlotte’s phone rang, and the aunt hurriedly brought the phone to Charlotte.
Looking down, it was a familiar phone number. Why was Luna Miller calling so early? Hadn’t she just had an abortion? Why wasn’t she saving her energy to rest well?
The delicate white fingers slid over the keypad to answer the call, and before she could say anything, Luna was already shouting on the other end, her voice frantic and on the verge of collapse.
"Charlotte, are you out of your mind?" Luna’s aggressive tone over the phone seemed ready to consume her.
Charlotte was taken aback. What had happened? Why had Luna’s attitude become so terrible? Usually, her sarcasm was bearable, but such a fierce, frenzied tone was a first.
"Luna, what happened to you? Can you stop being unreasonable?" Just hearing Luna’s voice gave Charlotte a headache. She didn’t have much patience left to entangle with Luna anymore. If she continued to get involved with Luna, she would only find herself in a more difficult situation. Once Luna recovered, she’d send her off, Charlotte had already decided.
"You dare to move me to a general ward? Where’s today’s medicine? Where’s my medicine!" Luna’s voice from the phone was so loud it didn’t sound like someone who had just undergone an abortion one day ago. Her anger seemed about to blow the roof off.
Half-lying in the ward, it was a general ward.
This was the worst ward she had ever been in her life. The ward had eight people, a mix of men and women, and the sixty-square-meter room with eight beds was already very full. Plus, there were companions of patients, leaving almost no space in the room.
The ceiling of the ward was low, and the air was so bad that there were even plastic urinals used by bedridden men under some of the beds, emitting a stench through the air movement. After surgery, she was wheeled in, a faint smell of blood mingling with the smell of disinfectant and various medicines, fruits, and fast food. Luna was almost on the verge of vomiting.
She was the Miller family’s eldest daughter, never having suffered such grievances. She was always clothed in luxurious attire, using the best things, when had she ever needed to share a room with seven others?
She wanted to return to the high-end ward immediately; she couldn’t stay here like this, she’d go insane...
Today, everyone went to get medicine, but today, no one even distributed medicine to her. Luna knew her body needed anti-inflammatory drugs, painkillers, and nutritional injections. However, today the young girl who had been taking care of her was also gone, leaving her alone without the strength to get out of bed, and no one even poured her a cup of hot water, making her mouth so dry it felt like it would crack. After shouting at Charlotte for a few sentences, her throat felt like it might explode, let alone having had any breakfast.
Charlotte listened to the call dumbfounded, and as Luna spoke she began to cry: "If Mommy were here, she wouldn’t let me suffer like this. I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here..."
Luna started to cry like a child, feeling worse and worse.
Luna didn’t need to describe much for Charlotte to know what a general ward was like. A spoiled heiress like Luna couldn’t possibly endure it.
Her clear black and white eyes stared at the man sitting opposite. Had he really made a move against Luna?
Atlas sat there, elegantly sipping his coffee, his thin lips curved nicely, as if nothing had happened: "What’s wrong?"
"You ask me what’s wrong? What have you done to Luna?" Charlotte angrily threw down the toast in her hand. The earlier urge to kiss him had turned into a desire to bite him hard enough to draw blood.
How could there be such a man, something that made one love so quickly and hate just as fast?
"I didn’t do anything to her, it’s you who did something to her." Atlas shrugged, a demeanor suggesting it had nothing much to do with him, making Charlotte all the more furious.
"What do you mean I did something to her? Did you change Luna’s ward? What else did you do?" Charlotte’s eyes welled up slightly with a mist, she was so angry she might explode. Did this man really dare to play games with someone’s body?
Did other people’s bodies mean nothing to him, only his own feelings mattered?
"Nothing much, I haven’t thrown her out yet. At least she has a bed right now and won’t die." When Atlas said this, his voice turned indifferent, devoid of any warmth.
He had spoiled her so much that she didn’t know her limits, even thinking of going to work at Ethan’s company, did she think he was dead?
It was so infuriating, yet she couldn’t do anything about him.
Charlotte didn’t even finish her soy milk before grabbing her handbag and rushing out the door. At most, she’d go to the hospital and arrange something herself. If it didn’t work out, she’d switch to a private hospital, not using his, Atlas’s money. She had enough to make arrangements for Luna.
At this moment, she felt that insisting on working was the right choice, otherwise right now she’d really only be left with a dead end. It’s truly heartbreaking and painful when one can’t pull together enough money to do something for their family.
This time, Atlas still didn’t stop her, only signaling the driver to be careful. Sitting there sipping his coffee, he was waiting to see this stubborn woman come back to beg him when she hit rock bottom, did she think just having money in her pocket could solve everything?
She was indeed too simple and naive. Apart from those figures in her head, her understanding of the outside world was as blank as a sheet of paper. This time he’d let her sketch it out for herself and show her what the world was really like.