“I finally understand. You scumbags always use ‘not understanding love’ as an excuse. If you don’t understand love, then it’s my own fault for suffering. What did I do wrong? Why should I pay the price because of your ignorance of love? If you don’t understand love, you might as well just die.”
Each word was filled with anger, yet Hattie’s tone remained calm. However, her gaze was as sharp and sarcastic as ever.
“You scumbags? How many men have you even encountered?” Harry furrowed his brows.
Scumbags truly lived up to their name. Their focus was always different from that of normal people. Just look at the way he was looking at her, like catching a cheating wife.
“I’ve seen plenty of scumbags, but it seems I’m barely surviving because of you. Having another one would probably send me to heaven.”
Hearing her words, Harry felt a bit uneasy. “You’re the only one who dares to speak to me like this. God knows how many others have died.”
“Just because I managed to survive doesn’t mean you were gentle with me. Why don’t you mention how many others have suffered the same fate as me and managed to survive?” This time, she was truly getting angry. Even the best temper couldn’t withstand such torment. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her abdomen, and Hattie raised her hand to touch it.
Harry seemed to notice her discomfort and instinctively asked, “What’s wrong? Is your stomach hurting?”
Hattie suppressed the pain. “No, I’m just thinking about when I’ll conceive your child. If only I could get pregnant soon, I wouldn’t have to endure feeling sick and being in bed with you.” She always spoke so frankly about her disgust with Harry.
Harry frowned. “Hattie, I don’t want us to be together just because of a child.”
Hattie was stunned for a moment, almost thinking she was hearing things.
“Isn’t that the case? Otherwise, what else is there between us? Harry, you’ve always been arrogant and self-righteous.”
The irony in her eyes was too piercing, and Harry inexplicably felt a stinging pain in his eyes.
Harry felt like he was a contradiction. He was the one who initially wanted Hattie to get pregnant.
Perhaps it was the possessiveness of a man taking effect.
Hattie looked at the stiff expression on his face and suddenly found it amusing. She turned her back and truly stopped looking at Harry this time.
They couldn’t talk for too long, as conflicts would arise. Tonight was another unpleasant day.
The next day, it unexpectedly started snowing. Hattie woke up feeling a bit cold. The nanny reminded her to dress warmly as it was snowing outside.
Upon hearing that it was snowing, Hattie got up and put on a coat before going to the bedside. A glance outside confirmed that it was indeed cold. Hattie didn’t want to suffer, so she didn’t open the window.
Snow in the south wasn’t anything special. The snowflakes were as small as rice grains, mixed with the wind, scattered here and there. It couldn’t be called beautiful; the entire sky was hazy.
Hattie looked at the snowflakes on the windowpane, so tiny that they disappeared after a while. It was as easy as the disappearance of the child in her belly.
Brubert’s snowfall even made it to the trending topics, considering the last time it snowed was five years ago.
Along with the snowfall trending, preparations for Fiona and Harry’s wedding were underway.
While having breakfast, Hattie browsed the trending topics and looked at the pictures of Fiona. In one photo, she was selecting a ring at a diamond store, and even from a distance, you could see the ring on her finger.
As the wedding approached, Fiona couldn’t hide her happiness. She had waited so long for this day.
Even the official media had to report the phrase “successful promotion.”
“Have a good meal and don’t play with your phone,” Harry reminded, sitting next to her.
Hattie ignored him, continuing to do as she pleased, taking a sip of porridge and scrolling through her phone. “Your future wife is trending,” she said.
Harry paused at the mention of “future wife.” He had good eyesight, so after glancing at Hattie’s phone, he understood who she was referring to.
“Going out so early to pick a ring, aren’t you afraid of the cold?”
Harry thought she was concerned about Fiona having a ring, so he said, “If you like rings and want one, I can give it to you.”
“No, thanks,” Hattie immediately rejected without hesitation, her tone filled with disdain. “Facing you every day already makes me nauseous. Wearing a ring on my finger is no different from wearing handcuffs.”
Just as Hattie was about to put down her phone, she received a text notification. She opened it and saw that it was from Micah.
He sent a photo of the snow and said, “It’s snowing.”
Hattie had been in constant contact with Micah. Afraid that he would worry, she followed their initial agreement and shared her daily situation with him, whether it was true or false, only reporting the good and not the bad.
Micah liked to share things with her, sometimes about things he encountered at the hospital, sometimes about meals and cooking.
Hattie used to dislike snowy days, but after receiving the message from Micah, she suddenly felt that the snowy day wasn’t so annoying anymore.
Harry, who was close to her, could clearly sense the change in her mood.
“Who texted you?” he asked.
Hattie’s face slightly froze, knowing that Harry was aware of her contact with Micah, but they never openly discussed it.
Hattie knew very well that she could sarcastically criticize Harry without changing the subject every day because of his concern for her, but it was different with Micah.
If this relationship were to be broken now, and Harry used Micah to threaten her, she wouldn’t be able to maintain her current composure.
“Just some trash news,” Hattie put down her phone.
The news she referred to as trash was probably about him and Fiona’s wedding, and Harry knew he was in the wrong, so he didn’t ask further.
After breakfast, Harry went to his study to handle work.
Hattie held her phone, contemplating how to reply to Micah’s text.
“In another two or three months, spring will come.”
Spring symbolized new beginnings, the start of a new year. Hattie’s gaze flickered for a moment. Three months ago, she lived with Micah, and they talked about going out to enjoy the flowers when spring arrived.
Micah was a doctor by profession and had a passion for photography. On ordinary days, he would take his camera and go out to take pictures. Even a random snapshot of snow from him looked so beautiful.
Hattie could only hope that things would be resolved soon… She tried to think positively, even though she appeared calm on the surface, she was anxious and restless every day, afraid that things wouldn’t go as planned and wouldn’t achieve the desired outcome.
Lost in her thoughts, Hattie wondered if she still had a chance to see the flowers of spring with Micah.
Her menstrual period had been delayed for a few days recently, but she didn’t initially pay much attention to it since her body was typically irregular.
Emotions could also affect menstrual regularity. When her mood was poor and her anger flared up, her menstrual cycle would be disrupted.
However, this time she took out the pregnancy test kit she had prepared in advance and tested it in the bathroom. Looking at the two red lines on it, Hattie couldn’t help but smile.
She had been wondering why she was so irritable lately and couldn’t help but curse at Harry whenever she saw him.
The timing couldn’t have been better.