Once we arrived at the hospital, Lyle ran into the hospital with me in his arms and shouted, “Help! Quick! My wife has lost a lot of blood…”
A group of doctors and nurses came rushing out and swiftly helped me onto an empty surgical bed before pushing me into an operating room.
I was actually afraid to go under anesthesia. Once we were in the operating room, I grasped the doctor’s hand and said, “Doctor, I’m pregnant. I think I’m having a miscarriage.”
I couldn’t see the doctor’s expression as he was wearing a surgical mask, but I was sure that he glanced at my lower body for a moment. Nodding, he said to a nurse, “Let’s get her into the delivery room. Send an obstetrician in there too.”
After that, they pushed my surgical bed out of the operating room. Immediately, I heaved a sigh of relief.
I felt dizzy from fatigue and blood loss, and because of that, I fell asleep unknowingly.
When I woke up, I was in a single-bedded ward, and my bed was surrounded by pink curtains. It was very quiet, and I could hear Lyle talking to someone.
“Good thing you guys came in the nick of time, so we managed to save the fetus. Since this is her first pregnancy and it’s still in the early stage, there is an increased risk of miscarriage. Hence, extra care is needed for her to have a safe pregnancy.”
Then came Lyle’s voice. “Thank you, doctor. We’ll be extra careful from now on.”
As I lay on the hospital bed, I stared at the ceiling that was decorated like a starry sky. Now that he was aware of the pregnancy, I wonder what he thought of it.
Soon, the doctor opened the door and left the ward. Lyle pulled open the curtain to peep at me, and when he saw that I was awake, he instantly smiled and asked cautiously, “You’re up, dear. Do you want some water? Are you hungry?”
I opened my mouth to speak but didn’t know what to say.
He brought my hand to his lips and asked in an almost inaudible voice, “Dear, can I ask you something?”
Sensing from his expression that something was amiss, my heart began to race. I had a gut feeling that Lyle was going to ask about the baby.
Sure enough, he lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye with a somber look.
I felt terribly guilty and held my breath before stammering, “G-Go ahead.”
His eyes were still fixated on me, and the atmosphere was rather tense.
Instead of throwing questions at me immediately, he pulled the blanket halfway up to my chest. I was frightened by this action as I was expecting him to burst into anger.
After tucking me in, he shifted his gaze back to me and asked calmly, “Did you sleep with Christopher?”
I was speechless.
He looked me in the eye, and there wasn’t a hint of anger in his gaze. His calmness chilled my blood.
I answered, “No, I did not.”
It was the first time I knew that I was good at lying. I was aware that I should not admit my relationship with Christopher before using my trump card.
Lyle knew that I was not someone who would lie, but he didn’t seem to believe me at that moment. He asked again, “I’ll ask you another question. Who’s the father of this baby?”
Upon hearing that, I could feel breathing quicken, and my heart was pounding like a drum.
“I asked you a question.” Suddenly, he raised his voice at me, causing me to stiffen with fright.
Instead of answering the question, I said, “I’m your wife.”
Clearly annoyed, his brows furrowed instantly. “Tell me. Whose child is it?”
I was so frightened that I couldn’t breathe.
Lyle was terrifying whenever he flew into a rage. If this were to continue, I would surrender in no time.
Thinking fast, I changed the subject. “I should be the one asking. What’s up with Bianca? Didn’t you say you have nothing to do with her? Then why did she come knocking on our door today?”
I had to admit that I sounded senseless. Even if he really was in an affair with Bianca, they did not conceive a child nonetheless, so I was clearly in the wrong here.
The moment I brought up Bianca, Lyle’s temper subsided somewhat. But he persisted in asking, “Tell me who the father of this child is. Only then will I tell you everything about Biance and me.”
It was a pathetic deal. Hence, I rejected it, “He’s your friend. What can he do?”
Lyle’s temper flared, and he jumped up with a roar. “Don’t think you can talk yourself out of this. This child is his, isn’t it?”
For some reason, I was glad to see his face contorted in anger. “If it makes you happier that the child is his, then we’ll just let it be.”
Right after saying that, Lyle raised his hand and slapped me across the face. The impact was so strong that I almost fell off the bed.
Just then, there was a sharp pain in my stomach. When I looked down, I saw that I was bleeding again, and the blood had stained the sheets.