Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 44

The cries had persisted in the room without pause.

Hamilton stood by the doorway, his posture unchanged throughout the ordeal.

It was only when the weeping inside finally ceased that he glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. He tossed the crumpled stick into the trash and pulled out a fresh one, heading towards the smoking area.

Scarlett came by after her shift ended.

Natalia lay alone on the hospital bed, the remnants of tears still glistening at the corners of her eyes.

Scarlett mustered a forced smile. “You know, maybe it’s for the best. If you had to care for your mom and a baby all by yourself, it would’ve been too much.”

Natalia seemed to summon every ounce of strength not to cry. She nodded slightly and said, “Yeah, I know.”

How could she not be aware of her own situation? Maybe losing the baby was a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, the child would have just shared in her hardships.

Yet, her heart was still irrepressibly aching.

Seeing Natalia like this, Scarlett quickly changed the subject, “Hungry? Want me to grab you something to eat?”

Natalia shook her head. “I’m not hungry. How long do I need to stay in the hospital?”

“Just overnight for observation. If all feels well, you can be discharged in the morning. How about staying at my place after? I can take care of you during your recovery.”

“Sure.”

Natalia wasn’t in the mood for comforting words, and thankfully, Scarlett didn’t offer any. Scarlett tucked the blankets around her. “How did this happen so suddenly? Weren’t you fine when you called earlier?” Scarlett asked, her voice tinged with emotion.

Even she was struggling to come to terms with the sudden loss of the child, let alone Natalia.

Natalia stared at the ceiling. After a long silence, she murmured, “I was pushed down the stairs and fell.”

Scarlett stared blankly and asked, “Pushed? By who? I thought maybe it was Hamilton…” She paused, biting her lip.

Natalia shook her head, a bitter taste in her mouth. “It wasn’t him.” She thought of the fan’s father who was responsible and felt unsure whom to blame.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore.” When Scarlett saw Natalia’s reaction, she swiftly shifted

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the conversation.

the door opened. Hamilton entered,

was palpable upon seeing him. She stood up promptly and said to Natalia, “Til head

Natalia nodded.

to say something, but ultimately,

took out a wet wipe.

it myself,”

had never tended to her in such a manner. Now, his attention

up at her, but his

had a miscarriage. I’m not

friend call me a jerk again? Have her publicly tell me to

darkened despite the smile, anger clearly etched on his

gone to such lengths. “She’s just straightforward. Mr. Fowler, please don’t take it

tightened around her

I’m not without temper. I’ve tolerated your friend’s insults only for

a moment and then said, “I’ll clarify things with

only out of deep concern for Natalia, but the nature of her relationship with Hamilton didn’t warrant any scolding.

explicit: no children. The child was an accident, and

Hamilton’s temperament, his forbearance of such insults must have been

served a bowl of chicken soup from the thermos, helping

fumbled with the bowl, which Hamilton swiftly caught, his eyes holding a hint of

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teased, raising an

my own.” Natalia reached for the bowl again, but Hamilton didn’t let go. He sat beside her, his gaze complex and unreadable.

a heavy silence, she hesitated before speaking. “Keeping the baby was my choice, and I don’t blame anyone for not being able to protect it. So, you don’t need to feel

hands. His face was stern

wronged you in any way. It’s your who breached the contract by

heart skipped a beat.

is my way of making amends for my negligence. I’m sorry

the bowl of soup

her chest. What she had wanted was never his apology. But it didn’t matter anymore. The baby was gone, and there probably wouldn’t be another.

the sourness in her eyes and opened her mouth to take in the spoonful of

soup.