Chapter 13
Priscilla’s great hatred vanished as the face of Bonnie Wilburn, her grandmother, emerged in her mind.
She looked up at the ceiling, tears streaming down her cheeks.
A wave of sadness washed over her.
She had lost her baby. But her so-called family had never bothered to ask if she was in pain.
They blamed her for making Larissa cry.
Her baby was nothing compared to Larissa’s tears.
After what felt like ages, she finally pulled herself together. Her eyes were red and sore.
She called Bonnie, saying she was on a business trip and would go home once she was back.
Bonnie was obviously delighted. She reminded Priscilla to take care, her words filled with affection for Priscilla.
For the first time over the past few days, Priscilla felt warm. At least someone still cared about her-such a realization brought solace to her wounded heart.
Priscilla was hospitalized for half a month, and Wesley stayed by her side every day.
He took care of her meticulously.
When conducting Priscilla’s health assessment, Sarah couldn’t help but sigh with envy, “Not many men in this wor could be as devoted as Mr. Carlton these days.”
Wesley had never gotten close to any woman. In fact, he had never had a female assistant.
Most of the men in his circle were playboys. Compared to them, he was simply the paragon of masculinity.
Priscilla didn’t respond. Sarah had no idea-she was never the woman Wesley had been devoted to.
“How are the results?” She changed the subject.
Sarah had already finished reviewing the report, and she frowned at once.
“Is there a problem?” Priscilla grew nervous.
Placing the report next to Priscilla’s hand, Sarah said, “Your abdomen endured a severe trauma. Besides, you drenched in the rain for so long. I’m afraid … the chances of you conceiving are slim.”
Priscilla stared blankly at the paper. She recognized every word, but somehow, she couldn’t understand what
meant.
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Her voice trembled. “Are you saying … I can never be a mother?”
Sarah sighed with pity, “You’re young. Maybe there’s still hope with proper care and recovery.”
Priscilla’s tears fell, soaking the paper.
“Mrs. Carlton…” Sarah looked at her worriedly.
“I want some time alone.” Priscilla walked to the door with the report in hand. “Could you please keep this a secret for me? Don’t tell Wesley.”
“But…” Sarah was in a quandary. After all, Wesley had hired her to take care of Priscilla. She didn’t want to fail her duty.
Priscilla clutched the paper tightly. “I’ll find a chance and tell him myself.”
“Alright.” Sarah nodded.
She knew rich people took heirs very seriously. Now that Priscilla couldn’t get pregnant again, it’d be a heavy blow to her status in the Carlton family.
Perhaps that was why Priscilla intended to keep it a secret.
Priscilla went back to the ward, carefully folded the report, and tucked it into her pocket. She closed her eyes, reliving that night when the rain soaked through everything as she struggled.
***
When Priscilla was discharged from the hospital, Wesley told her he had to deal with some urgent matter and couldn’t make it. He had his assistant come over and pick her up.
After going home and getting changed, Priscilla went to the Wilburn family’s home.
She missed Bonnie so much.
As she reached the door to the living room, she heard laughter.
What came into her view was Wesley and Larissa sitting side by side, whereas Tania and Claude sat on the sofa across from them.
They were laughing and chatting, and the atmosphere was so harmonious.
Instead of stepping inside, she turned around and was about to head to Bonnie’s room.
But a maid saw her.
“Ms. Priscilla, you’re back.”
The chatter in the living room ceased abruptly.
Priscilla tilted her body and stopped in her tracks.
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