Mrs. Thompson carried her bag sneakily, as if sensing someone watching her. She looked up and froze in shock because it was Hattie who was watching her.
Feeling guilty, Mrs. Thompson quickly lowered her head and hurriedly walked in, struggling with each step she took while carrying the bag.
She encountered the housekeeper on the way, who asked, “Mrs. Thompson, why are you buying groceries today?”
“I happened to be out and asked if they needed any groceries brought back, so I bought some.”
“I see…” The housekeeper didn’t dwell on it and left.
Upon seeing the housekeeper leave, Mrs. Thompson let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps feeling guilty, she had broken out in a cold sweat on her back, and her hands were trembling.
Hattie’s lips curled slightly as she picked up her book and decided to take a nap this time.
It was time for a snack at four in the afternoon, and Hattie looked at the chicken soup brought to her.
“Wow, chicken soup today, I love chicken soup the most.”
Mrs. Thompson forced a smile, “As long as Miss Mason enjoys it.”
Hattie took the soup spoon, stirred the fragrant liquid, and sniffed, “What’s in this soup that makes it so fragrant?”
Mrs. Thompson couldn’t meet Hattie’s gaze and said, “It’s just ordinary herbs, for nourishing the fetus. The chef made it.”
“Is that so?” Hattie stared intently at Mrs. Thompson, noticing her trembling eyelashes and nervous demeanor.
If there were doubts before, now she was a hundred percent sure that something was added to this bowl of chicken soup.
Hattie felt a sense of satisfaction as she stirred the soup and started to drink it, savoring every piece of chicken and garnish, fearing that not finishing it would affect the medicinal effects.
“I’m done. Please clean up.”
Mrs. Thompson trembled as she picked up the bowl, feeling a sudden dizziness after a period of high tension. She turned away…
Fiona couldn’t help but act. She had planned to bribe someone close to Hattie long ago, as she had successfully bribed people around Harry before.
The last time was two years ago, with the driver involved in the car accident.
This method was indeed effective.
Hattie didn’t know what was added to the chicken soup, but it was definitely a harmful medication for the fetus. Within fifteen minutes of drinking it, she began to feel pain.
She endured it without making a sound, fearing that there wouldn’t be enough time to get her to the hospital for a successful rescue.
She had to ensure the successful miscarriage of the fetus. Hattie endured the pain for half an hour, her vision blurred, sweat covering her body, and uncontrollable shivering.
It hurt so much… and it was so cold…
Hattie had had miscarriages before, and the previous one in prison was much more painful than this. What was happening now was nothing compared to that.
Hattie lay on the rocking chair, covered with a thick blanket. The pregnancy book fell off her, with a faint bloodstain on the cover.
Hattie fainted from the pain. The first to notice something was wrong was the housekeeper, who had planned to ask Hattie to sleep in the upstairs bedroom. Although the balcony had heating and was covered with a blanket, sleeping on a rocking chair was not as comfortable as in bed.
“Miss Mason.” The housekeeper called out twice, but Hattie didn’t respond.
Hattie had a light sleep and would wake up at the slightest disturbance. She wouldn’t be in such a state even if the housekeeper called her over and over without her waking up.
The housekeeper didn’t initially think anything was wrong. He picked up the fallen book, intending to set it aside, when he suddenly noticed bloodstains on it and on the rocking chair. The blanket on Hattie was also stained, emitting a strong smell of blood.
“Miss Mason.” The housekeeper reached out to touch Hattie, but she felt cold, as if she were unconscious.
The housekeeper panicked, but his years of experience and the many things he had witnessed helped him regain his composure. He immediately called for an ambulance and rushed to the hospital.
When the housekeeper called Harry, he was in the middle of an important meeting. Usually, in such situations, the phone was on silent, and any calls were either ignored or answered by the secretary.
But today, he felt restless, his left eyelid twitching from time to time. He had a constant feeling that something big was about to happen, and his mind was not fully focused.
When the housekeeper called, he immediately ended the meeting, to the surprise of everyone present, picked up his phone, and answered the call.
“Mr. Harry, Miss Mason is in the hospital and needs your help right away!”
“What do you mean?” In times of anxiety and fear, it was difficult for the body to keep up with the mind. Everything felt numb, and he couldn’t even analyze a sentence properly. His agile mind had suddenly dulled, and all he could do was repeatedly ask the housekeeper, “What do you mean?”
As if hearing that phrase would make everything okay.
But reality can be cruel. The housekeeper’s next words were,
“Miss Mason has had a miscarriage.”
Harry couldn’t describe his current emotions. It felt as if the sky was falling, the pain flowing through his body with his blood, tearing his heart apart.
He grabbed his phone and ran out, hearing voices nearby.
“Mr. Harry!”
“Where are you rushing off to?”
It was the first time they had seen Harry in such a hurry, showing a face of fear.
What was he afraid of?
Harry had faced many ups and downs in his life and had always remained calm, even in times of crisis. He had faced various problems in his company, but had always managed to keep his composure.
This was the first time…
Harry was terrified of something happening to Hattie. As he rushed downstairs, he almost tripped, realizing he couldn’t drive in his current state and had to ask the driver to take him to the hospital, running red lights along the way.
As soon as he arrived at the hospital, he was stopped by the traffic police. He went to the hospital while the driver handled the situation.
The housekeeper anxiously waited in the corridor, not knowing how many times he had checked when the elevator door opened again.
It had been twenty minutes since he called Harry, and the elevator doors opened once more. The housekeeper looked over and saw Harry, his face clouded with worry.
“Where’s Hattie?” Harry breathed heavily, his voice trembling, his eyes already red as if tears were about to fall.
“She’s still… being treated inside.”
“Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on her and take care of her? Why is she in the hospital, and why did she have a miscarriage?”
The housekeeper struggled to maintain his composure to steady his mind, sweating profusely on his forehead. “The doctors diagnosed her with food poisoning, which led to the miscarriage.”
“How is that possible?” Harry couldn’t believe it.
For over thirty years, Harry had felt strong enough to handle any situation. He truly believed that no matter the crisis, he could immediately come up with a solution and keep calm. From the bankruptcy of the Stewart family to its current success, he had faced numerous hardships and crises, always solving the problems that came his way. This was a simple part of life, and he was used to it. But with Hattie, whom he had gotten used to handling any situation like breathing, he had repeatedly failed.