Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Chapter 48 I Hope Your Words Come True

"I hope that when I see you next, I can call you Mrs. Richard.”

Joye's hands were hanging by both sides of her body, and her eyes were fixed on Vivian. She was

neither angry nor upset. From the moment she decided to get a divorce, it was none of her business

who was with Shawn.

"I hope your words will come true. Even if I’m not Mrs. Richard, that’s okay. I still have Dalton. Having a

child is a blessing, but sometimes it can be a curse too.”

"What do you mean?"

She was stunned by what Vivian said, and then she saw Vivian’s smiling eyes sweep across her belly,

and her heart instantly sank. Did Vivian know that she was pregnant?

“I mean that sometimes a child can be used as a weapon against a man, to manipulate him into taking

care of the child. Sometimes, it can cause him to hate you. What about the one in your womb?”

Vivian smiled and stretched out her hand. She touched Joye’s belly with her pink manicured fingers.

Joye felt herself turn cold like she was being sliced apart.

"Why are you so afraid? I don't want to hurt him yet. I will only destroy useless tools.” Vivian wanted to

use this child against Shawn.

Joye took a step back and heard Baird shouting downstairs. She turned around to look, but Vivian

grabbed her hand. “What do you want to do?”

"I know what you want to do. I’m just curious. In a few seconds, will Shawn believe me or you?”

At first, Joye did not understand what she meant.

When Joye finally understood what Vivian meant, it was too late! She was pushed forward, and she

rolled down the stairs.

Her child!

She opened her eyes wide in horror and tried to grab onto something, but could not. She was falling,

fearfully.

"Ah! Be careful!"

Vivian’s screams alerted everyone downstairs. Shawn saw what was happening and ran toward the

stairs.

"Girl!"

Baird was also frightened. He was shocked to see Joye and Vivian, both rolling down the stairs. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Shawn ran as fast as he could, but he felt that he was too late. He felt as though he could not breathe.

He just stared at the two women in front of him.

Seeing Joye look at him with pain and helplessness in her eyes, the fear in his heart suddenly covered

up his hatred. He quickly reached out to hold her, but Vivian's painful voice followed.

"Shawn, is my arm broken? I can't feel it anymore."

Shawn's hand froze midair and he shifted his gaze to Joye's waist. Vivian's arm was still wrapped

around her waist, but at this moment, it looked like it was broken. Her forehead was bleeding as well.

There was sorrow in his eyes. He furrowed his brows and looked at Joye. He then changed directions

and held Vivian.

Joye was lying on the ground, looking at Shawn's actions. Time suddenly stopped, and she couldn't

even feel her own heartbeat. Suddenly, she thought of a childish question. If his wife and mother fell

into the sea, who would he save first?

But now, what was humiliating was that he chose his lover whom he was about to marry over the wife

he was about to divorce.

A painful sneer appeared on her pale lips. "Child, I want to keep you and grow up with you, but I may

not be able to do it,” Joye thought.

"Joye!"

An urgent voice came from the door. She saw Yvon running toward her with an anxious look.

Two strong arms supported her painful body. She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. She could only

slowly close her eyes and let her consciousness drift away.

"Take her to the hospital!"

Baird came to his senses and hurriedly asked the driver to prepare the car. Yvon picked Joye up and

strode past Shawn, who was holding Vivian, to the door. However, he stopped and glanced at him

angrily. "Shawn, you really don't deserve to have her!"

After saying that, he quickly carried Joye into the car whose engine had just been turned off. Shawn

frowned as he looked at the car that was leaving quickly. His gaze became darker.

If he didn't deserve her, then did he, Yvon, deserve her?

"Shawn, I'm sorry. I didn't have time to stop her. Believe me, I didn't push her."

Vivian blinked her blood-stained eyelashes. She looked anxious before she finally fainted.

After this happened, the Richard family members all went to the hospital. At the door to the emergency

room, there was no expression on Shawn's face. On the contrary, Yvon walked back and forth

anxiously.

When the doctor finally came out, Baird immediately went forward to grab his arm. "How is she?"

"Baird, Miss Hilary's injury is quite serious. Her left arm has been broken in two places, and we have

already put a cast on her. It shouldn't be a big problem if the wound on her forehead isn't infected, but

we have to observe if there is a concussion."

"I'm not asking about her. I'm asking my granddaughter-in-law, Joye!"

Baird was furious. The doctor replied, “Miss… Mrs. Richard’s injuries are not too bad, but…”

Shawn furrowed his brows slightly and felt as if a hand had grabbed his collar. He wanted to say

something but Yvon asked, "But what?"

"Are you not aware? Mrs. Richard is pregnant. There was a problem with the baby, but we managed to

save the baby. She just needs to be more careful.

Shawn felt like he was struck by lightning.

After the doctor finished speaking, the corridor suddenly quieted down. It became painfully silent.

Shawn's hand, which had been stuck in his pocket, suddenly trembled. It was as though something in

him exploded.

She was pregnant?

Once, this possibility had crossed his mind. But she was now actually pregnant.

He pinched his fingers in his pocket. Only when he felt the sharp pain of his nails on his skin could he

confirm that it was true.

Yvon stood there like a zombie, unable to say a word.

Joye was pregnant with Shawn's child!

"Do you mean that my granddaughter-in-law is pregnant?"

Baird supported himself with his crutch, but his steps were still a bit unsteady. A hint of surprise flashed

across his face when he heard that Joye was pregnant.

"Yes, it has been more than a month, but..."