Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Beverley couldn't believe she was being blamed: "It's clear as day that you were stirring the pot, and somehow I'm the villain? Try talking nonsense again and see if I don't give you a piece of my mind!" "Oh, bring it on. If you don't lay me out today, consider it your loss-"

"Sadie," Beverley was shaking with rage, "Call Murray, tell him to get here now! Immediately! Right this second!"

"Right away, my lady!"

The call was dropped twice before finally getting through on the third try.

Murray asked, "What's up?"

"Sir, the lady of the house needs you at the hospital."

"I'm tied up."

"But... Mrs. Sherwood and Ms. Millie are having a spat."

"Oh."

Sadie was speechless.

Murray continued, "Please inform Mrs. Sherwood that it was her who insisted on keeping Millie's baby. Now that there's trouble, she needs to handle the aftermath and not bother me!" With that, he hung up.

When Sadie tried calling back, she got a voicemail.

"Ma'am, Mr. Sherwood said..."

"What did he say?"

Sadie steeled herself, "He said it's your mess, you deal with it. He won't help, and to not bother him."

Beverley was speechless!

Suddenly, Millie screamed a sound far more agonizing than any slap.

Chaos ensued in the room.

The doctor rushed everyone out: "The pregnant woman is in critical condition, we need to act fast. Family members, please leave now!"

Beverley couldn't help but worry, wondering if the baby might actually be lost. If only she had been less impulsive...

Half an hour later, the hospital room door opened, and the medical staff filed out.

Beverley immediately approached and asked, "Doctor, is my grandson okay?"

The doctor, tired of the family's bickering replied tersely: "The child is stable for now, but we can't have any more emotional disturbances. Next time we might not be so lucky!"

Beverley breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Doctor, I'll be careful."

Hertha arrived fifteen minutes earlier and got a rough idea of the situation from Sadie.

Hearing the doctor's advice, she murmured: "Tough little one, so many hospital visits and still holding on..."

Beverley glanced into the room but didn't enter. "Hertha, can you handle the discharge paperwork for me?"

"Discharge? Didn't the doctor say you need a few more days of rest? Why leave so soon?"

"My grandson was nearly lost, how can I stay? I'll move to the villa for a while and keep an eye on her, see if she dares to act up again!"NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Hertha was puzzled: "...?"

"No, Mom, have you lost it? Catering to her every whim? Playing nursemaid?"

This was so unlike Beverley.

Hertha could understand Beverley's attachment to the unborn child, her first grandchild, which was perfectly normal.

But going through all this trouble for an unborn baby, especially given Beverley's love for comfort and luxury, Hertha couldn't believe it.

"So, what's really going on? Why are you so desperate to save the baby?"

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Beverley narrowed her eyes, deciding not to hide it: "Remember the will your grandfather left when he passed away? It mentioned that the family assets would be re-evaluated ten years later for a new investment project in Main Street, with dividends and rights to be allocated."

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"I don't really remember, but what does that have to do with Millie's baby?"

"My dear, the Main Street investment wasn't profitable when your grandfather died, so the assets weren't distributed but postponed for ten years. Next year marks the tenth year, and now that project is bringing in a fortune. The second and third branches of the family have been eyeing this juicy opportunity, wanting a piece of the action."