The Seventh Miserable Bride

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."

Abigail's eyes flickered as she got up and prepared to go upstairs.

"Then what's this?"

Sebastian took out the ultrasound report from in his pocket, slapped it on the table and said, "The incident happened on the 19th. Why did the report on the 15th already show that the child is dead?"

"What?"

The Simons couple sprang to their feet.

Abigail completely panicked. She trembled and picked up the report on the table and looked at it repeatedly. "It's a mistake. The hospital must have made a mistake on the date."

"Are you still going to put up an act? I have looked into this matter. It was Claudine Tucker who introduced Dr. Lloyd to you. You conspired with each other from the very beginning, including the result of the miscarriage. You didn't miscarry because you fell down the stairs, you hid the truth and deceived our whole family. You are so good at scheming. Do you want to stay at our house that badly? Just stay here as long as you wish then! I don't care!"

Sebastian turned around and went upstairs. He quickly packed some clothes and walked down with his luggage.

"Where are you going?"

Madam Simons grabbed her son's hand.

"All these tragedies were caused by you. You can deal with them yourselves," he said sarcastically.

"Sebastian, don't leave. I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I did what I did because I loved you so much. I don't want to leave you. I'm sorry, please don't leave..." Abigail cried while pleading.

"Get lost!"

Sebastian roared angrily, "I don't want to see you anymore. This is my final reminder to you."

Final means the last time. He reminded her for the last time that he didn't want to see her again.

Titus rushed to his son and shouted in anger, "Are you leaving us just because of this woman?!"

Sebastian answered indifferently, "I've had enough of this family. Didn't you want to have a grandson? You even knelt down and begged Yasmine to divorce me in order to have a grandson.

Now it's time for you to reflect on your behavior."

Sebastian left without looking back. Abigail was not Yasmine, obviously, she could not hold Sebastian back. Looking at her son's back, Madam Simons suddenly realized that everyone else in this family was gone.

"Sebastian... please don't leave... please don't Abigail cried at the direction where Sebastian's figure disappeared. She did not know that it was all because of her.

"You d*mned woman! Are you satisfied now?"

Madam Simons suddenly rushed to her and slapped her like a madman. "Get out of my house! You d*mned woman! Get out!"

She had completely broken down. She had forced her daughter-in-law and her son out of the house. In the end, she had nothing at all. Her perfect family had been destroyed into smithereens just like that. Madam Simons was heartbroken.

Abigail was driven out by the servants of the Simons family, and the suitcase she had brought with her was also thrown out. She cried and fell to the ground. She felt wronged and indignant. She screamed wildly, but she could not vent her anger and frustration.

The place that she had rented had been repossessed, and her purse was in the guest room of the Simons family. However, no one was willing to open the door for her even if her voice was hoarse from shouting.

She carried her luggage dejectedly and came to Claudine's residence. When Claudine opened the door and saw her tear-streaked face, she frowned. "Don't tell me that you were kicked out?"

"Yes."

She burst into tears.

"Why? Aren't you pregnant with their grandson? Why are you kicked out?"

Claudine still didn't know about Abigail's miscarriage.

"The child is gone."

Abigail told the whole story in tears. She thought that Claudine would definitely sympathize with her after listening to her, but she did not expect Claudine to suddenly get angry and scold her in a fit of rage. "Are you out of your mind? You spent all day drowning your sorrows just because Sebastian is cold to you. You were simply asking for trouble. It's already easy for those who conceived naturally to miscarry, but you decided to throw tantrums all day and drink alcohol despite knowing that you had conceived through artificial means. Just like what you are, even if the child was born, he would also be a lunatic!"

"Then what should I do? Sebastian was either bringing women back or thinking about Yasmine. I am a woman, how could I bear it?!!" she screamed.

"Do you think it's that easy to become the daughter-in-law of the Simons family? You can't do anything without patience. Sebastian has just lost his lover, so it is only normal that he would behave in an extreme manner. If you were any smarter, you should have calmed down and melt his ice with your tenderness. But now, you've ruined our plans just because you were impatient and reckless. All of our previous plans are in vain now. It wasn't easy to force Yasmine to leave. Now that you've been driven away, she will come back sooner or later. You're really a fool!!"

With a bang, Claudine closed the door of her room. "Claudine, please listen to my explanation. Claudine, open the door. I'm willing to do anything you ask of me. Please open the door..." she pleaded.

"Get away from me. I don't want to see such a useless fool anymore!"

Abigail's legs went limp and she fell to the ground. It turned out that Claudine had never regarded her as her daughter. She was just a pawn with value. Now that she had lost her value, Claudine did not hesitate to abandon her.

She didn't have a penny, and the only person she could rely on had also given up on her. She had no way out. She came to Ethan's apartment shamelessly. She knocked on the door, but a stranger stood in front of her. "Who are you looking for?"

"Isn't Ethan Zordon living here?" she asked.

"I don't know. I bought this house from an agent a week ago."

The man slammed the door shut. This was the third time that she had been shunned away tonight. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

She wandered on the street without a direction and thought of what Ethan had said before. "One day, you will have nothing left." She burst into a heart-wrenching cry. The biggest irony was that her future had been predicted by others...

In the beach villa, Sebastian stood in front of the French window with a glass of red wine in his hand. He stared at the boundless sea in the distance.

Fynn Jaymond came behind him and called softly, "President Sebastian." "Do you still not know where she is?"

"No, I've been searching everywhere. There's no one named Yasmine Taylor. There are a few people with the same name, but none of them is her." he said.

"Where do you think she had gone to?"

"Mrs. Simons may have gone abroad. If she is in the country, then it would still be easy to search for her, but it will be difficult to look for her if she goes abroad. After all, there are so many countries and cities in the world. Finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"I don't think so."

Fynn raised his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"When she left, she left all her credit cards. She couldn't go abroad without financial support. The only possibility is that she changed her name."

"Changed her name?" Fynn patted his head, "Yes, why didn't I think of that? I'll continue to investigate."

"No need."

Sebastian turned his head in sorrow. "She changed her name because she didn't want me to look for her. If she was so determined to leave me, then what's the point of finding her back?"

Fie swallowed the last bit of red wine in the glass. Fie closed his eyes and thought sadly in his heart, "Even if you wanted to escape from me, is it really necessary to escape to a place that I couldn't find you? Yasmine, I won't look for you anymore. You must be tired of this kind of life. If you want to be free, then I'll let you go..."