The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 185

"I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose..."

Madam Simons stood in front of her bed, shedding tears of regret. Abigail Tanner shouted hysterically, "Give my child back, give my child back to me!"

Titus Simons reproached coldly, "Abigail, calm down. This is not what we want either. Don't you think that you're at fault too? You have been throwing your tantrum all day long. If you hadn't caused trouble, the child may not have died like this!"

"I know that you're just forcing me to leave. Now that the child is gone, I have no reason to stay in your house anymore!" Abigail screamed.

"What are you talking about? If we were forcing you to leave, we wouldn't have let you move in from the beginning. Don't you know how much we want the child?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything! I only know that your son ignored me all day long, and you also constantly gave me a hard time. Every one of you simply want me and my baby to die!"

Abigail cried relentlessly and tried to kill herself again. No one could hold her back. Madam Simons was on the verge of collapsing, "What do you want from us now?"

"I just want to be with the man I love, but now, my only hope is shattered. You destroyed my hope, and shattered my will to live. Is there any reason for me to keep living?"

"Don't worry. I promise you that I won't drive you away. Are you satisfied now?"

"Even if you refused to drive me away, wouldn't your son do so? After all, I don't have his child in my belly anymore!"

"We won't, all of us won't do. Can you just calm down?!"

Abigail finally calmed down. She was helped by the nurse to lie down on her bed. Madam Simons glanced at her sadly and ran out of the ward crying.

Sebastian Simons had been standing in front of the window in the corridor of the hospital. Madam Simons came up behind her son and called out, "Sebastian..."

"Yes?" He turned around.

"Go and have a look at Abigail. Tell her that you won't drive her away. She is in a very unstable condition now, and she may take her own life at any time." she said.

"Didn't she just tried to commit suicide? Is she going to do it again?" he replied nonchalantly.

"I'm just worried because I was the one who caused all of this. My hands are now covered with blood. Three years ago, I accidentally killed her parents, and now I have killed my own grandson. If she dies because of me again, my conscience will not be at peace for the rest of my life..."

"If that's the case, why did you push her down the stairs?" he asked.

Madam Simons' eyes widened in shock and she asked incredulously, "Do you also think that I had intentionally pushed her down the stairs?"

"I'm just saying. You should not have argued with her at the staircase, especially since she has been behaving like a maniac all day long. Even if you don't push her, she may roll down the stairs herself."

"It's too late to say anything now. The most important thing is that we can't let her die. You can do whatever you want to her once her physical and mental state recovers," she said.

Without a word, Sebastian walked straight past his mother and went into Abigail's ward.

When Abigail saw him coming in, her tears immediately fell and she turned her head away with grief.

"I know that you got yourself pregnant with my child so that you could live in our house. You don't have to be discouraged even if the child is gone. If you want to live there, you can continue to do so."

After that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"What about you? Are you still going to ignore me?" she asked.

"Don't expect too much from me. I don't owe you anything."

Sebastian glanced at her with a chilly look and walked out of the room determinedly.

After staying in the hospital for a week, Abigail could finally leave the hospital. She went home and rested for three days before she was able to walk. Her body had taken a toll during the past week. She rolled down the stairs and cut her wrist. She hurt herself again and again just so that she could continue staying with the Simons.

After losing her child, she became much more docile. She was no longer as unreasonable as before. Every night, when she saw Sebastian working in the study, she would send him a cup of hot tea. Knowing that he didn't want to talk to her, she would just put the tea down on the table without a word and leave.

Such peaceful days lasted for more than ten days. Sebastian rarely talked to her, but he stopped bringing women back to provoke her like he did before. It was not because he had forgiven her, but because he saw his mother living in guilt every day. He didn't want to put too much burden on her. After Abigail's body recovered, he would let her leave at her own will and put an end to the doomed history between them.

On this day, Sebastian went home to pick up a document. When he was about to make his way downstairs, he bumped into a maid at home. He asked casually, "What are you doing?"

The maid replied respectfully, "I was washing Miss Tanner's clothes and found a report in her pocket. I'll send it to her."

Sebastian frowned, "What report?"

The maid handed him a crunched ultrasound report. "This one."

Sebastian unfolded it and saw that it was an ultrasound report. The test result showed that it was a dead fetus. He thought it was the result of the examination in the hospital last time, so he gave it back. As he walked downstairs, he suddenly thought that something was wrong. "Wait a minute."

He stopped the maid.

"Show me the report again."

He took the ultrasound report and looked at the date column. Suddenly, his face turned green.

"I'll keep this first. Don't tell anyone about this," he said.

The maid nodded in confusion. "Okay."

Sebastian made his way downstairs and walked past the laundry room. When he saw a pile of Abigail's clothes on the ground, his face darkened.

In the evening, he came back before dinner time, which was really unusual.

Abigail was overjoyed to see him, so she went forward to take off his coat. She looked like a responsible and good wife. Halfway through dinner, Sebastian spoke calmly, "How did you lose your child?"

Everyone was stunned. Abigail answered in a daze, "Shouldn't you know?"

"I don't know. I hope you can tell me yourself." he said.

Abigail glanced at Madam Simons and said softly, "I was accidentally pushed down the stairs by Mom, and I ended up miscarrying."

"Are you sure?" he questioned.

Abigail's heart skipped a beat. She seemed to be a little panicked, but she stood firm with her answer. "Yes." "Do you want to think about it again before answering?" Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

"What the h*ll are you doing, Sebastian..."

Madam Simons was a little embarrassed. Wasn't he just rubbing salt on her wound?

"Have you thought it through? Answer me, how did you miscarry?" he said sternly.

"I've already said it, and I don't want to repeat it anymore."