Chapter 437: Chapter 437: Do you think I would go out?
Her pained expression, as if she had completely given up, made Baron Stuart’s heart ache.
“Emily.”
“You, get out.” Emily Walker finally spoke, but her three cold words left Baron Stuart slightly stunned.
All this time, Emily had never used such a frosty tone, let alone toward him, or even anyone else. He had never heard her voice so cold and devoid of warmth.
Baron Stuart was puzzled, frowning slightly.
After gazing at her for half a moment, he finally began to understand the origin of her coldness.
Originally, he had thought that he could save her and the child, but now the child was gone, and it was as if he had personally killed it.
If he had been willing to yield to Milton Modesto’s threats back then, would any of this have happened?
He wanted to explain, but he didn’t know how.
Looking at her lifeless face, Baron Stuart couldn’t say anything but felt heartache.
Deep inside, he also felt overwhelming guilt.
“You think I will leave?” He spoke, staring at her with ink jade-like eyes.
She could blame him, vent her anger, but could she not ask him to leave as soon as she opened her mouth? How could he leave her like this?
Upon hearing his words, Emily turned her head to the side, refusing to even glance at him.
The atmosphere in the room grew tense, and neither of them spoke any further.
It wasn’t until noon when Vivian Ferguson and Bella Stuart returned to the hospital with lunch that Emily finally opened up.
When they saw she was awake, Vivian and Bella heaved a sigh of relief.
Immediately, they took out the porridge and chicken soup on the side.
“The doctor said that you have suffered some trauma, so you need nourishment to recover completely.” Vivian smiled, not yet noticing the discord between the two.
Of course, the mother and daughter knew nothing about the incident on the rooftop involving Baron Stuart’s indifference.
“Come on, get up and drink this chicken soup.” Vivian knew the pain of losing a child, so she tried to be as gentle as possible, hoping to provide some comfort.
But, Emily in the bed gave no response.
If it had been an ordinary day, and Vivian had fed her personally, Emily would have been astonished. Now, however, she didn’t even have the strength to react.
Seeing that she wouldn’t eat, Vivian thought she was grieving for her child, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to comfort her.
Being a mother herself, she knew how painful it was to lose a child, but now that the child was really gone, Emily would have to recuperate her body so that the next child could arrive as soon as possible.
“Emily, you need to recover your body so you can have another child with Baron Stuart, right? Come on, get up and drink this bowl of soup, okay?” Vivian’s tone was as gentle as if she was cajoling her own daughter, incredibly warm.
Some warmth seeped into Emily’s heart, but when she heard mention of another child, her heart ached like it had been pricked by a needle.
Another child? Was that still possible? Could there be another child between her and Baron Stuart?
Emily’s heart was filled with endless bitterness, as she buried her face deeper into the pillow.
Seeing her like this, a doctor’s words resounded in Baron Stuart’s mind.
Because of the miscarriage, her body had suffered a trauma, and if she didn’t recuperate well, it might leave unexpected sequelae.
Getting up, Baron Stuart walked around the bed, took the chicken soup from Vivian’s hand, and softly coaxed, “Drink this bowl of soup.”
Silence was all that met him in response.