The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 551

Was Tamara really pregnant? If so, then right now...

Snapping back to reality, Milford scooped Tamara into his arms. "Hang on!" he urged, his voice trembling with a rare edge of panic.

He rushed out of the house in a frantic blur, completely ignoring Zadie, who had witnessed the entire ordeal.

She stood frozen in place, her fingertips trembling as she watched Milford carry a blood-soaked Tamara out the front door. A stark, winding trail of crimson stained the floorboards like a snake, a terrifying testament to what had just happened.

It wasn't until Milford and Tamara completely disappeared from sight that she finally snapped out of her daze. Her legs gave out, and she stumbled, leaning heavily against the sofa as a deafening buzz filled her ears.

When did Tamara get pregnant? Was this why Milford had been acting so erratically when he showed up today?

Jolted back to her senses, she pulled out her phone with shaking hands and dialed Hackett's number. The moment the call connected, she lost all composure. "Hackett! Something terrible happened! It's Tamara..."

"What's wrong? Take a deep breath and tell me," Hackett demanded, his brows furrowing as his voice tightened with immediate concern.

"Tamara is pregnant! Milford forced his way into the house just now and dragged her out. She fell hard onto the floor... there was so much blood!" Zadie's voice violently shook. "He took her to the hospital, but I don't know if the baby is going to make it..."

Silence stretched over the line for two agonizing seconds before Hackett's explosive rage shattered it.

"What?! That bastard!" He roared, slamming his fist onto his desk. "Which hospital? I'm heading there right now!"

"Harmony Hospital!" Zadie scrambled to grab her coat and car keys. "I'm on my way there too!"

He pointed sharply at the ultrasound report, his voice cold and clinical. "The scan shows minor intrauterine bleeding, which is a textbook sign of a threatened miscarriage. If she goes through another ordeal like this, you will almost certainly lose the baby."

Milford's jaw clenched. He stood in absolute silence, absorbing the reprimand.

Seeing his grim demeanor, the doctor frowned even deeper. "Do you have any idea what an expectant mother needs? She needs a calm environment, emotional stability, and meticulous care—not violent manhandling and sheer terror!"

He let out a heavy sigh, his tone softening just a fraction. "Mr. Sherwood, you seem like a respectable gentleman. How could you be so reckless about something so vital? Your wife requires absolute bed rest right now. She cannot get out of bed for at least two weeks, and she certainly cannot be subjected to any more stress."

The doctor shot him one final, condemning look. "If you truly care about this child, then take proper care of her. Don't let her suffer like this again."

Milford's Adam's apple bobbed. "I understand," he replied, his voice barely above a gravelly whisper.