Samuel narrowed his eyes and stared at Nicolette’s face coldly. “You’re not worthy.”
Nicolette froze. “Samuel, you… What did you say?”
“You don’t deserve it.” Samuel threw her a sharp gaze and condemned, “Nicolette, you shouldn’t have crossed my bottom line.”
Nicolette was shocked. “Your bottom line?”
“That’d be Kathleen.” Samuel stated coldly, “I’ve never thought of hurting her as the price to save you.”
“Samuel, I’ve no idea that she was pregnant.” Nicolette was still trying to defend herself, “I merely wanted to regain my health as soon as I could so that I can get married to you. Samuel, we missed out on three years. I don’t wish to waste any day from now on. Let’s get together peacefully, shall we?”
Samuel stared at her indifferently.
“If worse came to worst, I’ll make it up to Kathleen with you from now onward. I’ll be her servant and do whatever she asks me to. Is that all right?” Nicolette pleaded with aggrievance, “Samuel, you should be worried about me too. I almost died.”
Samuel’s vicious glare emitted coldness. “Your life is precious, but aren’t my babies’ lives too?”
Stunned, a shiver ran down Nicolette’s spine.
She had never seen Samuel looking at her with such a terrifying gaze.
Looking at the dignified man, who was exuding an intimidating aura in front of her, Nicolette was anxious and petrified.
“Samuel, I’m sorry. If you want children, I’ll bear them for you. All right?” Nicolette’s eyes glistened with tears.
Samuel threw her a cold gaze and turned around to leave.
“S-Samuel!” Nicolette shouted at his back.
She knew that there would probably be no turning back for Samuel once he walked away like that.
D*mn it! If Kathleen were not pregnant, Samuel wouldn’t get so enraged.
However, that did not matter, as Nicolette felt that she remained important to Samuel since he was indebted to her for saving his life.
As long as his real savior never showed up, she could make use of his weakness to her advantage to be entangled with him forever.
In the ward, Kathleen was still weeping miserably in Wynnie’s arms.
Wynnie was comforting her, “Kate, I understand that you must be very upset. But your health comes first. Crying like this is not good for your body.”
Kathleen whimpered. “Mom, keep this from Grandma. I’m afraid she won’t be able to handle it.”
Hearing her words, Wynnie’s eyes reddened. “All right. I get it.”
Kathleen loosened her hold on Wynnie and wiped away her tears. “Mom, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
Despite what she claimed to be, Wynnie was very worried for her.
How can Kathleen be fine after losing two kids?
Wynnie would find it normal if Kathleen let it all out or caused a ruckus.
However, with her behaving that way, Wynnie was worried sick of her.
It was probably not a good thing if she did not vent her pent-up frustration.
“Mom, I’m tired.” Kathleen’s pale and delicate face revealed weariness.
Wynnie had consulted the doctor.
Kathleen’s body was seriously damaged and would probably take a few years to recuperate.
Moreover, she could not have a baby within a year or two.
Otherwise, both she and her baby would be in danger.
What Kathleen needed right now was a good rest.
“All right. Go to sleep. I won’t disturb you then.” Wynnie understood her feelings.
Kathleen nodded and lay down.
She needed silence and deep thoughts.
With Wynnie around, she could not do so.
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