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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Ms. Jenkins pregnant?”

didn’t address the question. “You stay here: I’m going

he turned and left.

expression but could feel the icy aura that surrounded

sink in frustration.

mirror, his motions to dry his

the repeated probing, even the talks

he had found out 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 woman through such suffering for his sake.

away, following

stained with blood. “Why are you here? Didn’t I tell you to stay

was worried about you, so I came to

“There will

up at him and said, “You’re

Alden on the shoulder. “I never intended to keep this child.”

knitted together in concern. “Bro, that’s your flesh and

“If it’s not my flesh and

concern.”

Growing up, he idolized Hamilton, who at nineteen had taken control of the Fowler family, a den of wolves. Sure, he was decisive in his actions, but Alden

him. Alden had grown up unscathed in such a family. But

Ms. Jenkins, she…”

I wouldn’t want the child. She shouldn’t have kept it from

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as he spoke.

you for three years. Do you truly feel nothing

narrowed as he looked at Alden. “Alden, don’t think

what I meant. I’m just being honest. I’ve always seen her as my sister–in–law. In my eyes, she’s

lips twitching slightly, but he said

flurry of

baby? Why? Why do this to her? Hamilton, you bastard! If you didn’t want a child, you should’ve gotten a vasectomy!

Even he wouldn’t dare speak to Hamilton like that. He quickly stepped forward to

you lost your

go of me! I need to teach this scumbag a lesson

and Alden had no choice

grim cast as he straightened out his clothes

presentable again, he reluctantly lifted his gaze to

trace of anger.

it from me? If she had just told me earlier, would we be in

wiping away a tear, “Natalia… she just wanted to

think there’s some nobility in recklessly deciding to have

back at him. “Hamilton, do you even

simply stared with a darkened

emergency room.