Chasing His Runaway Wife

Chapter 103



Chapter 103

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From Tabitha’s pregnancy until now, it was Dylan who had followed up on her condition and learned

that she was an elegant woman who spoke

softly and would not act high and mighty just because she was a wealthy.

woman.

Tabitha was such an approachable lady of the Sinclair family, and Dylan also wanted to try his best to

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However, in the face of death, human strength was, after all, too insignificant.

Dylan’s voice was a little choked, tired, and hoarse. “I am sorry for your loss. Go in to see her for the

last time.”

At this moment, it was as if all the strength in Malcolm’s body was drained away, and all the pain he

had suppressed suddenly overwhelmed him.

His feet hurt, and his arms hurt as well. He seemed to be in pain. everywhere, but when he paid close

attention to it, none of the pain could be compared to the pain that suffocated his heart.

Malcolm thought, ‘How could it hurt so much? Did it hurt like this when she lost her baby? If enduring

this kind of pain could bring Tabitha back to life, I’m willing to put up with it countless times!”

“Saul, give me a hand,” Malcolm said.

His body remained stiff as if any movement would require a tremendous effort.

Saul hurriedly supported him and walked into the ward step by step.

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Alaric directly could not catch his breath. He took a deep breath and almost fell to the ground.

George held him tightly and was unable to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes. “Sir, take care of

yourself. Mrs. Sinclair respects you the most. If she knows that you are so sad, she will definitely feel

worse than you.”

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Alaric pushed George away and walked in step by step with trembling

movements.

Alaric thought, ‘I can’t believe it! Tabby is so kind. Why didn’t heaven bless ,her with good health and

safety?‘

Tabitha had woken up. There was a faint glint in her eyes, which was probably her final struggle.

Malcolm stood aside as if he wanted to speak, but he did not know what to say. He fixed his

unwavering gaze on that thin and fragile figure on the hospital bed.

He did not even dare to step forward and held her hand.

He was the one who indirectly harmed her child, so he had no right to touch her.

As soon as Alaric walked in, he immediately held Tabitha’s hand tightly and whispered, “Tabby, you

finally woke up?”

Tabitha looked at Alaric with a pale face. She moved her emotionless eyes, and her tears streamed

down.

“Grandpa Alaric, my child is gone,” Tabitha said.

It took almost all her strength to articulate this cruel declaration.

Alaric held back his tears and said, “It doesn’t matter. You are still young. You can have another one

when your body recovers.”

Tabitha, however, shook her head. A smile appeared on her pale lips, which seemed to be conveying a

hint of mockery and relief.

“I heard what Dylan said just now. I’m dying, aren’t I?” Tabitha said.

Her voice was so calm as if death were only a common thing to her.

She could not hide the life force in her eyes, and her pupils began to dilate..

Alaric’s throat choked, and suddenly, he could not speak. His aged lips trembled uncontrollably.

Alaric thought, ‘I’m so old. Don’t tell me I have to watch someone younger than me pass away.‘

Tabitha forced herself to gather her strength and persuaded in a low voice, “Grandpa Alaric, don’t be

sad. Since I became your granddaughter–in–law, you have treated me better than one would treat his

granddaughter. I will be grateful to you all my life. If there is an afterlife, can I be your granddaughter?”

Alaric could no longer restrain himself. He burst into tears and said, “My dear Tabby, you are like my

own granddaughter!”

Tabitha’s lips were pale and dry. Tabitha could hardly speak a word. Her voice grew softer and hoarse.

The tears at the corners of her eyes had welled up and dried up.

“Grandpa Alaric, I’m sorry,” Tabitha whispered.

Her voice was as soft as a gentle breeze and easily carried away by the wind unless one listened

carefully.

“Of course, you owe me an apology.” Alaric held her hand tightly and said reluctantly, “So when you

recover, I will have you play chess and have at stroll with me every day as a punishment…”

Tabitha looked a little lost in thought as if she still had some longing for that kind of life.

But with the child gone, she had lost all hope.

The feeling of an empty belly reminded her all the time that the little living thing had gone somewhere

before she could see the world.

She felt that she was useless and could not keep the child. The death of Raphael and Meghan was

caused by Naomi, but she failed to find evidence to put Naomi in jail!

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She felt really apologetic.

But she was very tired. She just wanted to sleep well and never wake up again.

She would not have to face Malcolm’s betrayal or watch the murderer flaunt herself in front of her every

day, yet there was nothing she could do.

From the age of 14 until now, she had endured for too long

It was exhausting to be alive.

Tabitha slowly closed her eyes.

Alaric cried out in pain, “Tabby…”

Both George and Saul could not help but shout, “Mrs. Sinclair!”

The blood in Malcolm’s body seemed to freeze, madly flowing backward and rushing into the depths of

his heart.

There was a name, transformed into a sharp blade, slashing at his heart

one cut at a time.

Tabitha did not even look at his direction from beginning to end!

Malcolm suddenly stepped forward and held her hand tightly.

“Tabitha, you only lost a child, and now you’re giving up everything in the world? Grandpa treated you

so well, but you didn’t even take good care of him. Didn’t you say Naomi caused the death of Raphael

and Meghan? How dare you die without revenge? Wake up!” Malcolm said.

As Tabitha’s hands grew colder and colder, the last bit of warmth disappeared. Malcolm forcefully held

back his fear and almost crushed Tabitha’s bones.


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