Chapter 19
A look of panic flashed across Aaron’s face when he saw Alina fall. He instinctively took a few steps down the stairs toward her. But when he heard her cry for help, he stopped.
That was their child. If Alina had a miscarriage, wouldn’t that mean he’d finally be able to cut all ties with her? He’d be able to get Margaret off his back too.
And if that happened, the only obstacle between him and Eleanor would be cleared. Wouldn’t. that mean he’d be able to win her back then? The thought took root in his mind and instantly spread like wildfire.
He lowered his gaze, simply watching as Alina struggled in a pool of blood. Though a hint of his internal conflict flashed in his eyes, he remained motionless.
Dark blood gradually seeped down the stairs. As time went on, Alina’s struggles grew weaker,
and her cries faded into silence.
Holding onto the handrail, Aaron walked over to her and carefully avoided the blood as he crouched down, staring at her intently. Her eyes were closed, and her lashes trembled ever so slightly. A mix of blood and tears streaked down her face, giving her a pitiful yet horrifying
look.
Aaron should have been ecstatic now that he had achieved his goal. But somehow, seeing her in such a state caused his heart to ache.
The ache, however, was faint and fleeting, far overshadowed by the despair Eleanor had left him with when she ditched him at their wedding
So, after a long silence, just before she completely lost consciousness, he told her, “You’ve lost the baby, so the agreement is terminated. But I’ll give you double the compensation.
“All you need to do is promise me that you’ll never set foot in Drakemont ever again. Don’t ever show your face in Eleanor’s or my presence.
It wasn’t until he reached the first floor that Aaron finally called a doctor to tell him about Alina’s condition and where she was.
Then, he ended the call, hailed a cab by the road, and gave the driver the address to the Whitman residence. His heart raced all the way there, and the bloody scene he had witnessed before leaving replayed endlessly in his mind.
When the cab finally pulled up at the Whitman residence, the doctor contacted Aaron to tell him that they had failed to save the baby.
A surge of conflicting emotions crashed over him. He didn’t know what exactly he was feeling. as he swung the car door open in a daze.
Just as he stepped out of the car, the villa’s door opened. Leon was in a wheelchair,
complaining to Eleanor behind him about how much his ankle hurt.
Eleanor frowned, constantly glancing toward the garage. The chauffeur wasn’t there yet, and for some reason, Leon suddenly grabbed her hand.
Just as she was about to turn around to ask him what he wanted, she caught sight of Aaron standing by the door.
After more than half a month apart, he seemed to be nothing more than skin and bones now. His eyes were sunken, and he was still in his hospital gown, looking exhausted and frail.
The moment his gaze met hers, he walked up to her and asked with a quiver in his voice,” Nora, can we… Can we talk please?”
Before Eleanor could answer him, Leon, who was still seated in a wheelchair, groaned, “If we don’t get to the hospital now, you’re going to end up with a crippled husband!”
He gritted his teeth and put extra emphasis on the word “husband” as he tightened his Eleanor’s arm, pulling her behind him.
grip on
The sound of a car horn came from behind. Eleanor looked down at Leon’s sprained ankle, then raised her gaze to Aaron. She replied in an indifferent tone, “I’m sorry, I need to take him to the hospital. Maybe next time.”
Leon’s expression brightened up when he heard that, but still, he muttered, “How could you refer to me as ‘him‘? I’m your husband! I sprained my ankle for you, and you won’t even address me as your husband? How heartless!”
His constant complaints annoyed Eleanor so much that she gave him a pinch. Looking at the bickering couple, Aaron felt a chill come over him.
The chauffeur brought the car pver and helped Leon into the car.
Aaron could no longer hold back when he saw that they were about to leave. He grabbed Eleanor’s hand and begged in a pleading tone, “Five minutes. I just need five minutes with you. Can we please talk?”
The moment he reached out, Leon, who had just settled into the car, immediately leaned out of the car to grip Aaron’s arm in a death grip. His voice was menacing and cold.
“Let go of her!”
“How dare you order me around?”
“That’s my wife you’ve got your hands on! Let go!”
