Harry realized it, yes, Fiona bribed Mrs. Thompson, it was the medicine Mrs. Thompson gave Hattie that made the baby inside her disappear.
But Hattie was also an accomplice in killing this child. It would be more accurate to say she was the mastermind behind it all. She began scheming step by step, from the moment she agreed to have the child. She had calculated this day long before.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have endured the pain of the miscarriage, waiting until the child was completely gone before being taken to the hospital.
One cannot deny Hattie’s cruel heart, plotting against an innocent child, even at the cost of harming her own body.
Hattie casually remarked, “It’s just an immature embryo, why are you so sad? In my opinion, it’s just a fast-running tadpole, unaware of pain. Besides, the one harming the body is me. Just think about all those years you wasted your youth throwing away tissues in the trash. It’s the same thing, no need for pity.”
Harry couldn’t stand her sarcasm and taunting. His eyes reddened, “Did you plan all of this from the moment you got pregnant?”
“Didn’t you already guess it? Why ask me if you’re so clever?” Hattie retorted.
“Harriet!” Harry shouted at her angrily, “Do you hate me so much? Willing to sacrifice the life of a child and harm yourself?” His words were broken, choked up, as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.
Hattie’s eyes widened, seeing Harry cry, tears streaming down his face.
She had long awaited this scene, what a beautiful sight. But for some reason, her eyes felt scorched, as if burned by fire.
“Why did I end up in prison back then? Because I stabbed you 29 times. How much I hate you! I’d rather give up my future and go to jail than stay with you. You still want to keep me bound to you. It’s all your own doing.”
Harry grabbed her hand, burying his face in it, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. “Hattie, you promised me before that you would have the child… forget the past and live well with me. You promised not to harm this child. Why didn’t you keep your word?”
“You don’t keep your word either,” Hattie pulled her hand back. Harry’s tears fell on the back of her hand, and she wiped it on the bedsheet, cleaning it off.
“I raised you, didn’t I? Didn’t I learn everything from you? Harry, I’ve said it before, I owe you nothing. I’ve already paid back my debt from the two years in prison with interest. You’re delusional if you think I should bear a child for you. I’ll say it today, for every one that dies, two will follow.”
Hattie remained calm, watching the man before her succumb to grief. The coldness in her eyes couldn’t be ignored. She coldly said, “If you truly miss this child, why not frame that blood-stained blanket and hang it by your bedside? You can reminisce about it every day. Haha…”
Harry grabbed her neck, silencing her laughter, but his hands trembled, unable to exert force.
Hattie’s eyes were bloodshot, her neck gripped tightly, and she couldn’t help but cough, the pain reaching her stomach, causing her to gasp for air.
Fearlessly, she stared at Harry, muttering inexplicably, “If Fiona and I were both drowning, whom would you save?”
Harry froze for a moment.
Hattie continued, “You said you didn’t know back then. Now it looks like you’ve made a choice.”
Harry chose Fiona over Hattie.
“I’ll send Mrs. Thompson to prison.”
“Is that all?” Hattie raised an eyebrow.
Harry couldn’t forgive Fiona or Mrs. Thompson, nor could he forgive himself, let alone Hattie’s cruelty. He had done many wrongs to Hattie, but the child was innocent. The calm of the past two months, the gentle facade Hattie had put on, almost made him forget that Hattie had once stabbed him 29 times without blinking. Now, the illusion was shattered, and Hattie reverted back to her original self.
The two of them now locked eyes, like trapped beasts, it was either him or her.
“Hattie, if Mrs. Thompson and Fiona are both gone, do we still have a chance?” Harry asked, holding Hattie’s chin.
Beautiful people have lovely voices, and God always gives the outstanding ones more advantages. Harry’s voice was slightly hoarse, like an electric current coursing through Hattie’s ears, tempting her.
Hattie didn’t buy into his act, as Harry’s grip on her chin was painful. Her disgust towards Harry couldn’t be concealed by her agony. Despite her silence, every expression she made seemed to respond to Harry – they were beyond reconciliation.
The overwhelming anger seemed to engulf Harry, ready to consume him. Seeing her resigned expression, after his utmost grief, he surprisingly laughed.
He pressed her down, ignoring Hattie’s recent miscarriage and the fact they were in a hospital. He forcefully took her.
This was a hospital, the door wasn’t locked and someone could enter at any moment. Hattie began to struggle, but all her strength was like a drop in the ocean against Harry’s power.
Harry pressed her hands above her head, forcing her to look up. He leaned close to her ear, their close proximity seeming intimate, but what he said next was anything but humane.
“If love can’t keep you by my side, then I’ll use hatred, Hattie. Let us torment each other to hell. It’s alright, if this child is lost, we can have another, whenever you get pregnant, I will be gentle with you.”
The pain in her abdomen was excruciating, her body weakened with pain, her hands still pressed against the pillow. The suppression made it feel as if they were about to be twisted, and when a person panicked, their senses would be uncontrollably heightened. At that moment, her hearing extended to hearing people passing by outside, so close, as if someone would burst in the next second and witness it all.
Hattie was in agony all over, tears threatening to fall. The humiliation and resentment tormented her heart.
“Let go of me! Harry, did I curse your grave in my past life? What gives you the right to treat me like this, you animal, no, calling you an animal is an insult to animals, you’re worse than a beast, garbage!”
“Continue to curse, I’ll listen to however much you curse me. Since you love to retaliate against me so much, I’ll give you another chance.” Harry didn’t allow Hattie a moment to dodge, controlling her body.
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Hattie couldn’t describe the pain she was feeling now. She truly felt that even a miscarriage would be considered mild compared to what Harry was subjecting her to. The pain was tormenting every minute, every second, felt like an eternity.
Hattie’s eyes held a bloody hatred, her curses gradually fading.