Lucas’s eyes lit up with joy, and he nuzzled against my arm affectionately. He also thanked me in a sweet voice.
It had been a long time since I last heard those words.
Williams and James found me annoying, and they never thanked me for anything.
I was touched, so I hugged him. I was smiling for the first time in a while.
It was then that I bumped into Williams and James in the hallway.
I had just completed the surgical procedure for my miscarriage. So, Lucas was carefully helping me back to my ward.
As we turned the corner, we ran into Williams and James who were supporting Leia.
They were chatting and laughing away; this trio looked more like a family.
I thought that I would feel incredibly hurt, but to my surprise, I only felt a faint ripple of emotion.
As such, I quietly walked past them.
However, Williams could not hold back and called out to me.
I turned and saw a hint of worry in his eyes.
“Christelle, are you hurt?” he asked.
I wanted to laugh.
Of course not, but I did have an asthma attack and nearly suffocated in the smoke.
There were a few stitches on my head, and it was still wrapped in bandages. Yet, he chose to be oblivious to it all.
On top of that, I had a miscarriage. Perhaps the baby was fortunate in a sense; the baby did not have to live with such a cold-blooded father and brother.
Seeing that I was silent, he stared at my flat abdomen.
Then, he sneered mockingly. “Christelle, I really thought that you were pregnant. It looks like Leia was right. You were just being selfish and trying to trick me into saving you first.”
Next to him, Leia stared at me with resentment.
