Chapter 7 Lucy let out a dry, mocking laugh. "Norwell, my stomach's always been perfectly fine." "You lied! All this time, you've been lying to me!" His voice trembled uncontrollably, his eyes blazing with fury. Lucy froze for a moment, then lowered her gaze and muttered, almost lazily, "Ugh, keeping up the act was exhausting anyway." Then, with a dismissive shrug, she added, "Of course I lied-it was the only way to get you back." She looked at him, her lips curling into a bright, triumphant smile. "You're so smart, and yet I played you like a fool. Don't you see? Because you love me, because you can't let me go, you'll always choose me no matter what.' Her laughter turned cold. "Back when you were broke, you weren't worth my time. But now you're successful and famous-I'd be an idiot to let someone else take your place. The role of Mrs. Harris will always be mine!" The words struck him like a lightning bolt. His entire body went rigid, his mind buzzing, blank. Norwell's gaze locked onto her face, his pupils tightening. It was as if the woman he had once worshipped, the first love he had cherished for years was gone, replaced by a demonic specter from hell. Her lips kept moving, but he no longer heard a single word. He staggered back, silent, then spun and bolted from the ward like a madman. He stormed into the obstetrics department, desperate for answers, and demanding to prove that my miscarriage was a lie. When the truth hit that our child really was gone, he completely lost control. He thrashed and shouted, terrifying the nurses who tried to restrain him, forcing them to push him back. Norwell shoved them aside and grabbed the attending physician by the collar. "You made a mistake, didn't you?! I know Cynthia. She would never give up our child!" The doctor wrenched free, trying to keep his composure. "Mr. Harris, please calm down. By the time she arrived, the situation was critical. We had no choice. Please, understand-" 70 DO Norwell's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse with rage. "I'll never forgive you! This is your fault! Why didn't you save my child? Why wasn't I notified?!" "You had no right to decide without the father! None! You murdered my baby-you're all murderers!" His hysteria pushed the doctors past the edge of patience. At first, they had tried to be kind, pitying his grief. But now, the attending physician slammed his pen onto the desk and shot to his feet, pointing a finger right at Norwell's face. "When your wife was hemorrhaging, where were you?" "You didn't even know she was pregnant! What kind of man are you? And now you have the audacity to stand here and accuse us?" "Crocodile tears! Where was all this so-called devotion before?" Norwell froze, speechless. The doctor's words cut mercilessly. "It was her tears that signed the consent form. Her hand, trembling, that wrote those two words: 'I agree.' Only then did we operate." "You call us burderers? Then what about you? Where were you when she bore that agony alone, when she faced terror without anyone by her side?" a father? A husband? Pathetic." The doctor sneered, his eyes sharp with scorn. "When she was bleeding out, you were nowhere to be found. And now you dare show up, pretending to be some grieving lover, parading yourself as the perfect man?" Chapter 7 70.00% Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!