Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1469: I’m Sorry

The stomach really hurts.

The first two times drawing blood from the heart also hurt. Willow Crawford has been pampered since childhood and fears pain the most, but to save Morgan Ashworth, she can endure it.

This time the pain is more intense than the previous two times. The stabbing pain from the abdomen made Willow Crawford’s small face turn pale, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Baby.

Did something happen to her baby?

At this moment, Willow felt a dampness below and looked down to see she was bleeding.

She’s bleeding!

Is she having a miscarriage?

The silver needle in Willow Crawford’s hand fell to the ground, and the mist in her eyes condensed into beads, immediately falling down with a splatter.

She was ready to sacrifice with her baby.

But she wasn’t prepared to let the baby leave first.

Now, is she miscarrying?

No.

This is her baby.

Her little Joy.

At this moment, with a "boom," the room door was suddenly kicked open, and someone came in.

Willow quickly looked up and saw Morgan Ashworth’s tall, handsome figure at the door—he came back.

Why is he back again?

Didn’t he leave?

Willow’s eyes flashed with confusion and panic.

Morgan Ashworth stood at the door watching Willow Crawford, his whole person dark as ice, quite frightening.

Soon his gaze landed on her dress, where large patches of blood seeped through—she was bleeding.

"Ah! Madam is bleeding! Madam is having a miscarriage!" Someone screamed.

Morgan Ashworth rushed in, scooping Willow into his arms; if his gaze could kill, he would have killed Willow Crawford a hundred times already. He roared with red-rimmed eyes, "Willow Crawford, what did you do just now, what did you do to the baby?"

Willow was curled up with pain, unable to hear what he was saying clearly.

Morgan Ashworth’s eyes were bloodshot, "Willow Crawford, why, why on earth, why were you saying you loved me one moment and trying to kill my child the next—who is the real you? I found I have never understood you!"

Willow’s hand was on her abdomen; she only felt her stomach hurt more painfully, really hurt.

"Master, hurry and take Madam to the hospital, hurry!" the maid urged.

Morgan Ashworth took a deep breath to suppress his urge to strangle Willow. He picked her up horizontally and ran outside, "Willow Crawford, listen up. If anything happens to Joy, I will make you a burial companion for our son!"

...

Willow fell into a coma, her whole body dizzy; she smelled the scent of blood and then the strong disinfectant smell of the hospital.

She was in so much pain, everywhere hurt.

The third time drawing blood from the heart didn’t succeed; she seemed to have miscarried again.

In her ears came Morgan Ashworth’s extremely crazy sinister voice, "Willow Crawford, if anything happens to Joy, I want you to be a burial companion."

He said he would make her a burial companion for their son.

Willow’s eyes welled up, and two tears quietly slid down as she opened her eyes and woke up.

Now she was in the hospital, lying on a hospital bed. The doctor stood by the door, whispering, "Mr. Ashworth, although your wife was bleeding, the child miraculously survived and wasn’t lost. The child is still there."

"What? Is this true?" Morgan Ashworth’s nervous, delighted voice came.

"Yes, it is true. Your wife’s body seems to have been conditioned since childhood and even took precious pills before, so this is the main reason for the miracle. If it were someone else, such a small child would have been miscarried long ago."

Morgan Ashworth was too happy. The child was still there, fortunately, the child was still there.

"However, Mr. Ashworth, your wife’s condition is not optimistic now. She still needs to protect the pregnancy later; after all, luck can only happen once." The doctor advised.

Morgan Ashworth was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I understand."

The doctor walked out.

Morgan Ashworth came to the bedside, looking at Willow Crawford, who had awakened.

Willow also heard the doctor’s words; her baby was actually still there.

All these are thanks to her mother Serena Sterling’s conditioning of her body from an early age; last time at Prince Rosen’s royal family, her uterus was severely damaged and bled. Even doctors announced she was unlikely to conceive again, but she was pregnant so soon—all thanks to Serena Sterling.

This time, Joy also relied on her grandmother’s exquisite and superb medical skills and did not perish.

Willow’s heart was full—her baby was still there; she was so scared then, terrified of losing her baby.

Willow slowly reached out to grasp Morgan Ashworth’s large hand, "Husband, I..."

Morgan Ashworth coldly shook off her hand, "Willow Crawford, what else do you have to say? Have you always wanted to abort this child?"

Willow’s hand was flung away, treated so harshly; her eyes turned red, "It’s not like that. Listen to my explanation..."

"Fine, speak. What on earth is going on?" Morgan Ashworth really wanted to hear her explanation too; he hoped there was a misunderstanding.

All the past sweetness and happiness were so dreamy, making him indulge and be infatuated; he didn’t want to break these.

He didn’t want to accept that they were all false.

Willow wanted to explain, but when Morgan Ashworth truly let her, she suddenly discovered she didn’t know how to explain, because she simply couldn’t explain it.

She couldn’t possibly say she was drawing blood from the heart to save him.

"Husband, I..." Willow tugged at her pale lips, desperately wanting to find an excuse.

Morgan Ashworth knew her too well; at a glance, she looked like she was going to lie, and Morgan’s heart turned cold, as if she had plunged him into an abyss, "Willow Crawford, explain! I’m listening! As long as you explain, I will believe it."

Then, Morgan Ashworth pressed hard on her frail shoulders, shaking her twice, "Come on, tell me now—you love me, your love for me is true, you also love the child, you’re happy to be a mommy, all of this is true."

"You can lie, I allow you to lie, Willow Crawford, come and deceive me, just give me any reason—I will believe you, okay?"

His eyes were full of blood, full of extreme pain; at this moment, he didn’t care if Willow was lying to him, as long as... as long as she lied to him.

No matter what she said, he would believe it.

Willow was in great pain, her body in pain, her heart hurt more; she thought she was truly useless in the end, still accomplishing nothing, still driving the two into such a predicament.

He was the man she loved most, the man she was willing to use her life to love.

She longed to reach out and caress his handsome face.

She wished she could tell him everything, then lay in his arms, letting him solve all the problems for her.

But she couldn’t.

Willow allowed the scalding tears to blur her eyes, then she softly whispered, "Morgan Ashworth, I’m sorry."