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. Jenkins pregnant?”

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

that, he turned and left.

couldn’t read his brother’s expression but could feel the

against the sink

frowned in front of the mirror, his motions to dry his hands deliberate and slow. He

the repeated probing, even the talks of leaving. He should have realized she was pregnant, not some nonsense

caught off guard. He didn’t

following

shirt still stained with blood. “Why are you here? Didn’t

frowned. “I was worried about you, so I came to check on you.

he added, “There will

up at him and said, “You’re thinking too much.”

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

together in concern. “Bro, that’s your flesh and blood!”

it’s not my flesh and blood, it’s none of

concern.”

first time, Alden felt the coldness of his brother’s heart. Growing up, he idolized Hamilton, who at nineteen had taken control of

had grown up unscathed in such a

Ms. Jenkins,

the start I wouldn’t want the child.

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as he spoke.

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!”

his tracks, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Alden. “Alden, don’t

taken aback. “Bro, that’s not what I meant. I’m just being honest. I’ve always

lips twitching slightly, but he said

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

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

to Hamilton like that. He quickly

you lost your

go of me! I need to teach this scumbag a

choice

straightened out his clothes that Scarlett had

reluctantly lifted his

of anger. He regarded Scarlett with

it from

away a tear, “Natalia… she just wanted to keep the baby.”

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

“Hamilton, do

He simply stared with a darkened

emergency room.