Chasing After My Beloved Wife novel Chapter 50

Baird held her hand. Tears were welling in his eyes. He said, “Don’t cry. The doctor says that you need to take care of the baby. Joye, please don’t get a divorce, okay?”

"Not get a divorce? Do you think there is still a possibility of happiness between me and Shawn?"

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on her pale face. There was Vivian, a child, and all kinds of distrust between them. How could she be happy?

Baird looked at her sadly.

Her retort made Baird swallow his words. He might be able to get Shawn to split up from Vivian, but ultimately, Jasper was a part of the Richard family. Shawn could not pretend that he did not exist.

"Grandpa, in a marriage, it is not enough that I love him."

Joye bit her lip hard. She had liked Shawn since she was young. But she only just understood that he did not love her. He could not give her happiness.

So she compromised. She didn't want to stubbornly hold on to a mistake and suffer her whole life in misery.

"Girl, I've put you in a difficult position. But please trust me. Shawn just is not sure of how he feels. He really does love you.”

"But I'm tired. Grandpa, please, may I rest?"

Seeing that she had turned her head away, Baird couldn't persuade her anymore. He sighed and walked out of the ward with his crutch.

The only sound in the hospital was of the medical instruments whirring. Joye pulled her blanket up to her head and began to cry.

Ever since Shawn reached for Vivian earlier when they fell down the stairs, she was unable to muster up any energy. She knew that Shawn had picked Vivian. Even though she nearly lost her child, she knew that was not worth mentioning to him.

Thinking of something, she pulled off her blanket. Her eyes were red, but she was awake.

Why did Vivian push her down the stairs, but also try to protect her baby? What did she have to gain by protecting this baby?

In another ward, Vivian's face was pale and her arm was in a cast. Maisie and Xaria were there, too. Dalton was crying and said, “Mom, I don’t want you to die.”

"Jasper, I'm fine. Look, I've only gained a little weight on my arm."

Vivian wanted to raise her arm, but she began to sweat. Xaria snorted coldly and said, “All of this is Joye’s fault. She scared my grandson.”

"Dear, it's not necessarily Joye's fault."

After Maisie defended Joye, Xaria rolled her eyes. "If it wasn't her, who else could it be? Vivian, tell me, what happened? How did Joye fall down the stairs?”

"Auntie, I took Jasper upstairs to avoid embarrassment, but I didn’t expect to see Joye there. She suddenly grabbed my hand, but I don’t remember what happened. I tried to pull my arm away but I couldn’t. Then, we both fell down the stairs. Is Joye okay?”

"Don't worry, Joye is fine. She needs to rest because she is pregnant.”

At the mention of Joye’s pregnancy, Xaria became less angry. After all, even though she hated Joye, Joye was still carrying her grandchild.

"Mrs. Richard is pregnant?"