Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 43

Even at this late hour, Hamilton remained steadfast in his refusal to offer Natalla a glimmer of hope. He didn’t want the baby. His stance hadn’t wavered the slightest bit from the start. His simple and resolute response, like a sword, severed all her hopes.

Natalia’s grip on Hamilton’s hand gradually loosened.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered softly, to no one in particular.

Perhaps to Hamilton. Maybe to the child within her. Or perhaps to herself.

She should not have kept this from Hamilton. After all, he was the father. Nor should she have. harbored any forbidden hopes. To let the child linger briefly, only to depart in such a way.

She should not have given herself hope, the hope that she could be a mother.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured as a tear silently traced its way down her cheek.

At that moment, it was unclear whether the pain in her body or her heart was greater. All she felt was a chilling sensation spreading throughout her, with a warm current flowing from below.

Natalia’s lips were turning pale.

Something was slipping away quietly..

Hamilton’s hand clenched the steering wheel tightly. His other hand felt hers slip away from the center of his palm. The emptiness in his grip made him uncomfortably aware of its presence for the first time. He reflexively clenched his hand into a fist, the veins on the back standing

out.

The Rolls–Royce sped into the hospital’s emergency entrance.

When he lifted Natalia from the car, he felt moisture soaking through. The stark red of blood blurred his vision.

Hamilton had been accustomed to darkness since childhood, and nothing ever.seemed to rattle him, but at this moment, he found it hard to breathe.

He rushed Natalia into the emergency room. After handing her over to the doctors, he stood there, staring at his blood–stained hands in a daze.

Alden arrived at the hospital shortly after. Seeing the blood on Hamilton’s hands, he was momentarily stunned.

“Bro, Ms. Jenkins, she…”

Hamilton glanced back at him, his face now devoid of emotion.

“She’s probably had a miscarriage,” he muttered.

Alden was lost for words, the concept of a miscarriage hanging heavily in the air.

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was Ms.

brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t address the question. “You stay here: I’m going to wash my hands.”

turned and

brother’s expression but could

his fist against the sink in frustration. After a moment, he took a deep breath, turned off the tap, and dried his hands

to dry his hands deliberate and slow. He should

been off for some time. The nausea, the carefulness during intimacy, the repeated probing, even the talks of leaving. He should have realized

about the child, it wouldn’t have changed the outcome, but at least he wouldn’t have been caught off guard. He didn’t want this child, but he never intended to put a

following Hamilton to the

“Why are you

about you, so I came

will be

him and said, “You’re

and walked over, clapping Alden on the shoulder. “I never intended to

froze, then his brows knitted together in concern.

“If it’s not my flesh and blood, it’s

concern.”

of his brother’s heart. Growing up, he idolized Hamilton, who at nineteen had taken control of the Fowler family, a

a family. But how could he be so heartless

Ms. Jenkins,

the child. She shouldn’t have kept it from

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away as

closely behind. “Bro, what are you really thinking? Natalia’s been with you for three years. Do you truly feel nothing for her? If you don’t, why keep her around? Just let her go; you could be with Eveleen!”

don’t think you can pry into my

I’ve always seen her as my sister–in–law.

glanced at him, his lips twitching slightly,

emergency room, Scarlett arrived in a flurry of concern. She rushed toward

Do you know how much she wanted this baby? Why? Why do this to her? Hamilton, you bastard! If you didn’t want a child, you should’ve gotten a vasectomy! How could you let Natalia suffer like this? You scumbag! I curse you

to Hamilton like that. He

you lost your

I need to teach this scumbag a lesson

Alden had no choice but to forcibly drag

set in a grim cast as he straightened out his clothes that Scarlett had managed to rumple in her

again, he reluctantly lifted his gaze to meet Scarlett’s.

expectations, there was no trace of anger. He

is indeed my responsibility, but is that her excuse for keeping it from me? If she had just told me earlier, would we be in this mess

“Natalia… she just wanted to keep

afford to? Or does she think there’s some nobility in recklessly deciding to have

“Hamilton, do you

said no more. He simply stared with a

emergency room.