Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Priscilla turned to Wesley, too. Deep down, she knew he wouldn’t take her side, but the great pain gave her an illu- sion, and for a moment, she let herself hope.

All it took was one glance. If he cared to look at her, he’d surely realize something was wrong.

“Priscilla, Larissa was just being nice. You’re way out of line.” Wesley looked down at her, his tone glacial.

She straightened up with all her might. Her long, disheveled hair cascaded over her shoulders, her already gaunt face ghastly pale.

Staring at Wesley without blinking, she said, her tone chilling to the bone, “Wesley, didn’t you hear what Claude said? He cursed your baby to die.”

Wesley ignored her sickly pale face, thinking she was faking an illness. When Claude cursed her baby, he acted all in- different. But as she accidentally patted Larissa’s hand, it was “way out of line”.

Could he be any more biased?

Priscilla had never felt this pathetic before.

Her husband didn’t love her, and her family didn’t care about her.

Her life was surrounded by endless suspicion and unremitting pain.

Did Wesley really think of her as his wife? How could he despise her like this?

“Claude didn’t mean what he said,” Larissa apologized on behalf of Claude. “He said that because he was too worried about me. Priscilla, I apologize to you on his behalf.”

Claude shot Larissa a grateful glance, his fondness for her growing deeper-and with it, his resentment toward Priscilla sharpened.

“You may both step out,” Wesley said slowly. Then he frowned at Priscilla. “Priscilla, cut it out already before you harm the baby.”

Priscilla clenched her teeth, but the pain in her lower abdomen kept intensifying. Her vision blurred, and she could no longer hold on. With a dull thud, she collapsed to the floor.

“Spare me, Priscilla. Not again,” Claude scoffed with contempt, looking down at Priscilla on the floor. “Bravo, Priscilla. Perfect timing for a faint-just as your lies were exposed. But you overlooked one thing. We’re in a hospital. Do you really think the doctors can’t see through your act?”

Wesley bent down to scoop Priscilla into his arms. She was so light-he felt like holding a feather.

He felt a strange sensation in his heart. He had seldom seen her lately and had no idea she had lost so much weight.

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“I’ll go get a doctor.” Claude strode out at once, eager to expose Priscilla’s act.

Before he could reach the door, a nurse pushed it open.

Priscilla had a miscarriage and had no family by her side, so the nurse was particularly concerned about monitoring her IV drip. Now was about the time the last IV bag emptied.

She walked over. Her expression changed drastically when she saw Priscilla’s pale face and the blood on the back of her hand, and she immediately pressed the call button to summon a doctor.

“Doctor, the patient in bed 29 is in a coma. She needs emergency treatment.”

Soon, hurried footsteps rang out in the hallway.

The doctor rushed over with a couple of nurses.

After a brief examination, Priscilla was wheeled into the ER.

Wesley guarded outside the door, his heartbeat racing for some reason.

Claude’s indifferent voice rang out. “She’s faking it. Save the trouble.”

The nurse rolled her eyes at him. “Since when does a layman know better than us?”

Priscilla’s bloodless face surfaced in Wesley’s mind as he asked, “What exactly happened to her?”

“She had a miscarriage,” the nurse said before hurrying into the ER.

Silence filled the hallway.

Larissa murmured, “A miscarriage? How’s that possible?”

Wesley stood motionless in a daze, Priscilla’s intense reaction after Claude’s harsh words flashing across his mind.

What had really happened to Priscilla?

He grabbed his phone and texted his assistant, wanting to know everything that had happened tonight.