novelraw Chapter 482: Overwhelmed with Emotion, The Child Was Lost
Chapter 482: Overwhelmed with Emotion, The Child Was Lost
Bessie Leclair staggered, grabbed the nearest object, and furiously hurled it at Jocelyn Yeager. As she threw, she sobbed and shouted, "You lied to me! You lied to me!"
The cup slammed into Jocelyn Yeager’s face, his handsome features instantly swelling and turning red. The man remained expressionless, not even bothering to dodge. Hearing the commotion from outside, people rushed into the hospital room and restrained the hysterical Bessie.
Bessie sobbed so hard that she could barely catch her breath, unable to utter a single word.
They had only been married for two months, and yet to see him, she had to arrange meetings under Delphine Carter’s name. He never touched her, never said a single word to her. When they met, it felt as though they were strangers. This icy, tomb-like marriage—despite it all, she still held on to a sliver of hope.
Until one day, she met Bernard, whose resemblance to him was uncanny. That man was smooth-talking, a master at charming women. Every time she got drunk, she couldn’t help but wish: If only her Jocelyn, her beloved brother Jocelyn, could talk to her like that, how wonderful it would be.
One night, drunk and disoriented, she mistakenly ended up sleeping with Bernard. To her shock, she discovered she was pregnant.
After the pregnancy, she deliberated for a long time before deciding to use the child as a way to salvage their marriage. As long as Jocelyn believed the child was his and treated her even slightly better, she planned to secretly terminate the pregnancy afterward and start afresh with him.
But then, she realized that all of this had been orchestrated by him. He had gone to such a deranged extent for that wretched Delphine.
Bessie cried so much that she fainted, triggering a new wave of chaos in the hospital room. People shouted for the doctor, while others tried to revive her with smelling salts.
Jocelyn stood by like an outsider, coldly watching it all unfold.
His hatred for the Leclair Family was real. Ignatius Leclair had forcibly taken away the woman he had loved since his youth. Bessie, in turn, used her family’s power to coerce him into marriage. Pressured by both families, he had no choice but to wed her.
But so what? Did they really think a moment of yielding was eternal? Without a word or change in expression, Jocelyn walked out of the hospital room.
*
Delphine woke suddenly from a nightmare, sitting upright to find herself drenched in cold sweat.
In her dream, she saw Leah, pregnant and carrying a dying Leah on her back, fleeing endlessly through the mountains. They fled and fled, as though there was no end.
The door creaked open, and a tall man stepped inside. He turned on the light, touched her forehead, and noticed the cold sweat. With a furrowed brow, he picked up a towel and began gently wiping her face. In a low voice, he asked, "Had a nightmare?"
"You didn’t leave?" Delphine noticed it was already 2 or 3 in the morning. For Ignatius Leclair to still be sitting in her living room at this hour made her frown.
The man’s handsome face remained devoid of expression. In a deep voice, he said, "I couldn’t leave you alone. Came to check on you."
In any case, he wouldn’t be able to sleep back home. Here, next to her, he felt at ease. He might even catch a moment’s rest.
"Where did you go tonight?" Delphine recalled that he had gone out earlier while she was reading.
"To the hospital." Ignatius noted her curiosity about his whereabouts. A faint smile appeared on his handsome face, his voice soft as he asked, "Were you worried about me?"
Delphine had an unsettling feeling. The scent of women’s perfume lingered, he stayed in her living room in the middle of the night, and his behavior these days had been increasingly out of the ordinary.
"How’s Bessie?" she asked casually.
"Two hours ago, the hospital reported that due to extreme emotional distress, the child couldn’t be saved." Ignatius replied calmly. As for the fact that her lover had shown up to confront him, that the child wasn’t Jocelyn’s, and that her lover was beaten and kicked out of Nanyang, he kept quiet. Such dark truths might terrify her and the baby.