Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Hello, who's this?"

"Good day, is this a relative of Millie's? You've reached the Maternity Ward at Serenity Health Hospital. I'm afraid it's about Ms. Millie, she..."

The moment Beverley heard that introduction, she knew it was the hospital calling.

It must be Millie stirring up trouble again.

She cut in sharply, "What now? She throwing another tantrum? Look, you don't need to bother calling me. If she's looking to play the martyr, let her do it far away from me!" With that, she hung up.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Typical! Every single time, it's the same old song and dance.

Beverley was well aware that Millie's whole game was based on her pregnancy.

So, she wouldn't dare actually risk anything happening to the baby.

Realizing this, Beverley felt foolish for all the times she'd let Millie get to her before.

Moreover, she had intentionally sent Sadie, Lara, and even the driver away to teach Millie a lesson. Let her experience what it's like to fend for herself for once!

With that thought, Beverley patted the face mask she had on, humming contentedly to herself.

Inside the nurse's station, two nurses exchanged a look, both equally speechless.

Finally, one sighed, "That's the thing with mistresses, they never end up well."

...

Millie had been lying in the hospital for two days.

During that time, due to uncontrollable bleeding, she was rushed into surgery again.

When she was wheeled out, she was as pale as a ghost. Though her eyes were open, she couldn't speak.

The bleeding had led to a severe infection.

She was in agony.

And the only person by her side was a care assistant.

She had tried to reach out to Murray and Beverley multiple times to no avail, even asking the nurses to contact them, but the outcome remained the same. They had abandoned her!

Her physical discomfort, combined with her emotional distress, made her increasingly irritable and harsh.

The entire nursing staff was miserable but had no choice but to deal with her, given she was in a VIP room.

...

It was three days later when Beverley found out about the baby.

Receiving a call from Hertha, she felt a moment of shock.

Gone?

Just like that?

After all those hospital visits, how could it suddenly be over this time?

"...Mom, you might as well forget about that five hundred million. Let's just stick to what we're entitled to."

Beverley felt a pang of loss.

Both for the money and for the grandson she had once hoped for.

After all, it was a life. But it's a shame the mother was so troublesome!

Instead of living peacefully and safely delivering the baby, which would have benefited her too, she chose chaos.

But then, thinking about it, a child

born from such a mother would

carry flawed genes. Maybe it's

for

the best it ended this way.

All this trouble for what?

She even found herself thinking that they might have been better off with Roseanne.

Though Roseanne came from a simple background and had just an adequate education, she took great care of Murray. She was modest, managed the household well, and was gentle and considerate-most importantly, she had some dignity!

She would never stoop to the lows Millie had.

Beverley suddenly realized she had

been thinking about Roseanne quiet

frequently, especially during the ordeal with Millie.

Ah, comparisons do breed discontent.

Though she really didn't want to admit even a sliver of goodness in Roseanne.

Day after day, Millie languished in her hospital room, staring blankly out the window, looking utterly soulless.

She couldn't help but wonder, why hadn't Murray come? Where was Beverley?

Didn't she care so much about the baby?

Why hadn't she shown up yet?

She waited and waited, her heart nearly breaking, never expecting that the first person to visit her would be...