novelraw Chapter 400: Your Wife Isn’t Giving Birth
Chapter 400: Your Wife Isn’t Giving Birth
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Margaret looked at Jessie, who was slim and graceful in a long skirt.
Her long hair was gently scattered on her back, and her makeup was clean and tender, making her look harmless.
But on the contrary, such kind of woman usually had ambitious goals and clear intentions.
Having been with Orlenna since she was a child, Margaret had seen many women like this.
Many were even more obedient than her. In order to marry into a rich and powerful family, they could do everything. She had even seen self-mutilation and self-destruction.
They were all young and beautiful women like Jessie.
"You like Julian."
Jessie panicked at Margaret’s words. "Mar, Margaret, what are you talking about? Julian is my brother. Of course, I respect and like him."
She had admitted it, yet she still made it up so brazenly.
Margaret sneered because Jessie was telling her that this was a brotherly affection.
Why did she never like Bruce so much? Was there a gap between her and Bruce?
"Alright, you’re good at disgusting me. I heard you trying to drive a wedge between us. You must be tired of pretending. I’ll tell Julian what you said."
Margaret put on a look that was like saying, "Hurry up and leave. Don’t make me feel disgusted here". Jessie was thus uncomfortable.
She bit her lips and said, "Margaret, can’t you forgive me?"
"Okay, I forgive you."
Margaret smiled gently, causing Jessie to have goosebumps.
This was not forgiving her but disgusting her.
She opened her mouth but failed to say a word.
Jessie gripped her bag with a sweet smile.
"Margaret, it’s good that you forgive me. That way, I wouldn’t feel so bad."
"Don’t be like this. You still need to feel bad. After all, the marriage between Julian and I involving interests can’t break for a while. If your dream to be his wife shatters, I’m sorry for you. It’s right that you feel uncomfortable."
Margaret’s look was full of understanding and pity.
The meal that she had just eaten seemed to be suddenly digested, and she had a good appetite again.
Coincidentally, Chris brought the washed strawberries up. Margaret took a bite, feeling it so sweet and juicy, leaving a lingering fragrance in her mouth.
"Jessie, are you still not leaving? Well, do you want to eat strawberries? I’ll get Chris to bring you some."
As she spoke, she smilingly looked at Jessie, who had a cold face. Margaret said leisurely, "It is rare for me to be so generous. It is also because we are family. Otherwise, my things will not be easily shared."
"But you’re generous and considerate and can give away what you like."
"Alas ... Then what can you do? In the end, you’re useless. Even if you don’t give away, you won’t get it."
Margaret ate the strawberry and sighed from time to time as if she was not eating fruit but loneliness.
Anyway, the female lead valiant in fighting was often invincible.
The surrounding ladies were so stupid, with a large gap between them, making them no match for Margaret.
"Margaret!"
Jessie finally couldn’t hold it in any longer.
She stared at Margaret with a resentful expression, and Margaret’s name seemed to be squeezed out of her teeth.
It was as if Jessie called Margaret with the hope of tearing Margaret all to pieces.
Margaret looked up with surprise. "Jessie, what’s wrong? I just praised you for being sensible. Why did you call me that? It’s so rude."
Margaret finished speaking and rolled her eyes.
A piece of cake. Jessie was not her rival.
If someone angered her, she would seize the initiative.
"Since you’re eating. I’ll leave now."
After a long while, Jessie said after finally controlling herself and then turned around.
Margaret hurriedly said, "Thank you for the gift. You’re so generous. Do you not want strawberries?"
About reaching the door, Jessie suddenly stopped and turned to Margaret. She forced a smile. "No need, it’s better to leave them to you. However, although strawberries are sweet, if you eat too much, you might get diarrhea."
Margaret nodded. "Thank you for your concern. I’ll eat slowly."
"Okay. I would take a bite every day to let you watch and envy!" thought Margaret.
Watching Jessie leave, Margaret happily returned to her seat, eating the strawberries in a good mood.
Chris stepped forward and said, "If you don’t want to eat strawberries, there’s a freshly picked watermelon today."
Margaret nodded. "Give me half. Don’t cut it. I’ll dig it with a spoon."
Now that Jessie was afraid that she would have diarrhea, she decided to eat differently. It was best if Jessie had no appetite today.
Chris was stunned for a moment and quickly responded.
Margaret added, "Call Julian and tell him ... that I was bitten by a dog."
Chris froze because he thought it was a bad idea!
If Margaret was bitten by a dog, shouldn’t get a vaccine be a priority?
At night, a beam of light pierced through the darkness and illuminated the courtyard.
The lamps in the courtyard, emitting dim light, shone on a man who hurried under the light.
Chris followed by Julian’s side, slightly nervous. He was so careful that he dared not breathe.
Julian’s face was sullen as he opened the door, and his gaze quickly swept across the living room.
"Mrs. Jorgansen is upstairs. After dinner, she said that she had a stomachache. But no matter how I tried to persuade her, she refused to go to the hospital."
He did not dare to say that Margaret was "bitten by a dog."
Julian snorted. "Prepare the car."
Chris quickly nodded and watched Julian go upstairs. Only then did he slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Only Julian had a way to deal with the lady upstairs.
Julian should treat Margaret like a child despite her petulance. He never knew how hard it was for the servants.
The room was a little dark because the crystal lights had been switched off, and only the two lamps on the bedside were on.
On the soft bed, the covers were wrapped up high, with a high bulge, as if there was a person inside.
Julian walked to the bed and sat down. He pulled the covers and said softly, "I’m back."
The person under the covers gave no response.
Julian took a deep breath. "Why don’t you go to the hospital if your stomach hurts? What if something is wrong?"
As he spoke, he lifted the covers, then Margaret’s red face showed up. "If it doesn’t hurt, will you be angry?"
Margaret looked at the man above her and whispered.
Julian’s eyes slowly swept across her face. After confirming that she was lying, he curled up his lips.
He put the covers on Margaret again, covering her whole body.
Then he calmly got up and elegantly took off his suit.
The moment he loosened his tie, Margaret stretched out her arm with an anxious look. "I was wrong. It hurts again!"
She guaranteed that this time was true!
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Julian looked at the woman curled up in bed and frowned. "Margaret, have you heard the story of a crying wolf?"
Margaret raised her head and nodded in pain.
Because of the pain, she said in a broken voice. "Don’t I have three chances? I think I can still go to the hospital for treatment."
It was really uncomfortable. She had not expected it to suddenly hurt so much.
Although she had told a small lie at the beginning, her stomach ache just now was true.
The curse of Jessie, that vicious woman, should come true.
God didn’t bless her. How could she get a stomachache?
Julian sized Margaret up and checked something was wrong before squatting down. "Does it really hurt?"
Margaret nodded. Afraid that Julian would not believe her, she grabbed his clothes tightly and refused to let go.
Margaret was pursing her lips with beads of sweat on her forehead.
Finally, Margaret couldn’t hold it in anymore and whispered, "Julian, I want to go to the hospital."
If she didn’t go to the hospital, she thought she might die.
She had thought that she would be fine after a rest for eating too much, but the reality was not as good as she had thought.
Julian’s eyes darkened as he leaned forward and pulled her into his embrace.
Seeing Julian going downstairs with Margaret in his arms, Chris was silenced by Julian’s glance before he could speak.
"Key."
Julian stood in front of Chris; his face gloomy.
Chris came to his senses and quickly took out the key.
Sitting in the car to the hospital, Margaret curled up into a ball.
The blanket on her body was tightly grasped by her. "Julian, am I going to die?"
Even if she had diarrhea, it shouldn’t be so painful.
Moreover, it hurt so suddenly without a hint.
"Don’t talk nonsense. You will not die."
Julian did not look at her but drove straight to the hospital.
Margaret shut up.
This kind of silence would only magnify the pain, making it clearer. "I saw Jessie today. In order to anger her, I said many bad things." Margaret gritted her teeth, trying to divert her attention.
She assumed it would be fine if she was distracted, but that tearing pain made her hold her breath.
She wondered what she could do because she now felt even breathing was torturous.
She now knew how terrifying the curse of a vicious woman was.
"Be good and lie down. We will be at the hospital soon."
Julian still looked sulky, pursing his lips.
Although his voice was cold, Margaret was reassured.
"Julian, I’m in so much pain. Do you feel guilty?"
Margaret’s question did not receive any response. Julian took out his phone and made a phone call, seeming to be unwilling to say another word to her.
Margaret frowned and sniffed, feeling wronged.
It was indeed a marriage of interest without feelings.
The car was faster than Margaret could imagine.
She had thought that she would have to suffer a lot in the car before reaching the hospital.
Fortunately, she was not so miserable.
The car stopped at the entrance of the emergency green channel of the hospital.
Immediately, many nurses and doctors came to pick her up.
Margaret suddenly felt a little tense and afraid at the sight of the crowd that suddenly rushed over.
She subconsciously grabbed Julian’s hand and said in a grievance, "Will you be here?"
Julian’s face was still straight, but when his gaze fell on her, it softened a little.
His voice was low. "Yes, be good."
"Julian, I’m scared!"
She couldn’t have gotten a terminal illness, right?
At the thought that she might die young, Margaret felt extremely sad. "What if I were to die?"
Before Julian could speak, a doctor beside said, "It’s not that easy to die. Don’t worry. We’ll know after doing the examination."
Margaret’s forehead was full of sweat from the pain, but she would not scream in pain.
Although she usually didn’t care about trifles, in this kind of public place, shouting would make her look miserable.
"Doctor, it hurts."
Margaret sensed people around were examining her, her eyes bleary. All she could see was shaking white.
She didn’t know if Julian was here or not, for she was in so much pain that she had no energy to find him.
"The patient might have got acute appendicitis. Let’s do an ultrasound first and prepare an operation."
A doctor calmly instructed the nurse beside him and looked at Julian, who was facing him. "Are you the patient’s relative?"
Julian replied, "I am her husband."
The doctor nodded. "Go sign with the nurse. I’m afraid the appendix will be removed immediately."
"What? Doctor, do I have to undergo surgery?"
Margaret, who originally felt that she was about to black out from the pain, suddenly widened her eyes after hearing the surgery.
Somehow, she grabbed the hand of the person beside her.
"I don’t want surgery."
"Without surgery, your life might be in danger. You don’t want to be in so much pain that you can’t get out of bed because of this appendix, right?"
Margaret felt a wave of despair and gave up struggling.
"Don’t worry. We’ll do our best."
Margaret wondered, "why do I feel like I’m not suffering from appendicitis but an incurable disease?"
Without delay, the doctor exchanged a look. Then two nurses instantly came over and pushed Margaret into the operating room.
Ever since she was young, she had only seen the door to the operation room but had never entered it before.
The moment she entered, Margaret grabbed the door and hugged it tightly.
Looking at the straight-faced Julian and the puzzled doctor, she begged, "Can I ask for no pain?"
The doctor frowned, sighed, and said something that made her desperate, "Little girl, you are not giving birth."
She even asked for no pain!
"General anesthesia, general anesthesia, okay?"
In short, she didn’t want to witness the process of her surgery.
The doctor looked embarrassed. He had never seen such a delicate patient.
He could only look at Julian to ask for the family’s consent.
Margaret noticed it and also looked toward Julian.
Her pale little face was tightly wrinkled because of the pain, so pitiful.
Under Margaret’s firm gaze, Julian slowly nodded after a long while.
In the long corridor was the sound of heavy doors closing.
The surroundings suddenly quieted down. Without Margaret’s nagging voice, Julian slowly let out a sigh of relief but found himself more frustrated.
An appendix operation could now scare her to this extent. She was becoming more and more useless.
The frightening and aggrieved look of Margaret before she went in suddenly flitted through Julian’s mind. Then, Julian kicked the door.
The loud voice was especially clear.
A few seconds later, the door of the operating room opened. A nurse who was tightly covered peeked her head out, took a deep look at him, and said unhappily, "What’s the hurry? Your wife isn’t giving birth."
Julian was awkward.