Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 17

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Looking back now, I wanted to slap myself. I was in no mood to listen to her anymore, but she kept on taunting me. “Do you know what Lyle said to me about you?” No, I don’t want to know. But she continued, “He said that you’re an old hag. Although he married you, you’re just an unpaid housekeeper to him.” I became annoyed after hearing that hurtful remark. So, I picked up my phone and looked at her. “Why don’t we call Lyle now and see what he has to say about it?” Instantly, she panicked and pretended to be calm. “Don’t be so smug. I’ll kick you out sooner or later.” Great. That would save me the legal fees. I walked over to the door and opened it. Then, I gave her a look that said, “It’s time for you to leave now”. Only then did she pick up her bag in frustration and rattle toward me in her high heels. Just when I thought she was about to walk out the door, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. And when I least expected it, she stretched out her hand and shoved my shoulder.

I was caught off guard and stumbled backward before landing on my hip. “Yvonne!” Lyle called out when he came back and saw the scene before him. However, it was too late. There was a sharp pain in my stomach.

Before Lyle could rush over to break my fall, I had crashed to the ground. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp and intense pain in my abdomen. I had a dreadful feeling that I was about to miscarry. Tossing his bag aside, Lyle rushed toward me. He crouched next to me and tried to help me into a sitting position. “Are you alright, Yvonne? Are you hurt?” He didn’t even know that I was pregnant, and all he cared about was whether I hurt myself from the fall. Before I could ask him to take me to the hospital, I was interrupted by Bianca, who was fuming away. She pointed a finger right at me and said connivingly, “Quit the act. Wasn’t it only a fall? It can’t be that serious as to cause internal bleeding.” If I wasn’t in so much pain, I would have gotten up and slapped her across her face. But now was not the time to quarrel with her. I tugged at Lyle’s arm and said anxiously, “Quick! Get me to the hospital.” Even though I felt that this was not the right time to carry a child and that I had no intention to keep this pregnancy, I was still frightened at the thought of miscarrying. Lyle got into position and was about to lift me up in his arms. However, Bianca dragged him to his feet to stop him from helping me up and began to whine at him, “Look at this, Lyle. She broke my nail.” This was the first time I felt like killing someone. Who cares about

your broken nail! I’m about to lose my baby! “Lyle!” I shouted at him to bring his attention back to me. It was the first time that I raised my voice at him. Lyle was not the only one who was taken aback. Bianca was equally shocked as she stared at me blankly for a moment. However, I was in no mood to pay attention to their expressions because I was in such excruciating pain. I wanted to get myself to the hospital quickly, but I couldn’t move without any help. This was my first child, and I couldn’t bear to lose this baby. In my state of panic and fear, Christopher popped into my mind, and I quickly took out my phone to call him. Suddenly, Lyle got anxious as though he saw something disturbing. He shoved Bianca out of his way and rushed over to my side. Very quickly, he held me tightly in his arms, and his eyes were transfixed on my lower body. I followed his gaze and saw that a pool of blood had gathered between my legs. The sight of it caused me to choke back a sob. Distressed, Lyle quickly picked me up and ran out of the door. As he did, he tried his best to comfort me, “Dear, don’t be afraid. I’ll take you to the hospital now. It’s going to be okay. It’ll be okay…” He was trying to console me, but in fact, he was suffering a panic attack himself. Fortunately, the hospital was not far from home, and it was only a ten-minute drive away. Even so, the car seat was soaked with the blood pouring out of me.