Chasing His Runaway Wife by Jamie Stones (Tabitha Jarvis) novel Chapter 49

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Although Tabitha was not always the picture of health, she always ate well enough and she could move around without issue. Malcolm couldn’t understand why her health was deteriorating so quickly all of a sudden. 

“She was hit by a wine rack last time and lost too much blood. She refused to be hospitalized for her injuries, so I wasn’t sure if she had taken good care of herself after returning home. From the looks of it now, her injuries back then were more serious than she thought, and if she keeps wearing herself out like this, then I’m afraid…” The doctor trailed off, not wanting to make Malcolm and the others worry even more. Instead, he just told them repeatedly, “As things are, Ms. Jarvis must be hospitalized so we can better monitor her condition, or the slightest mistake could make her lose the baby.” 

Malcolm’s heart skipped a beat when he heard this. 

The child was not his, but Tabitha did get hurt because of him. He shuddered to think what losing the child would do to her. 

For a moment, Malcolm’s emotions surged within him and clamored his mind. He was worried, and at the same time, he felt helpless and guilty. 

He knew Tabitha likely wanted to keep this child to make Alaric happy, if not to secure her position as the lady of the Sinclair family. 

Malcolm should have hated her, but for some reason, he just could not bring himself to do so. 

He asked with difficulty, “Doctor, what are the chances of my wife keeping this pregnancy?” 

The doctor looked a little torn as he said cautiously, “We’ll examine Ms. Jarvis more thoroughly in a few months‘ time and advise her accordingly if we notice anything wrong with the fetus‘ development.” 

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While the doctor did not specifically mention whether the pregnancy. could be saved. Malcolm understood the implication of his words, which was that Tabitha was doing poorly, and a moment of carelessness could cause her to lose the baby. 

Malcolm’s heart was heavy as he slowly opened the door of Tabitha’s hospital room. 

She was lying in bed, still unconscious, with her eyes closed. She looked obedient and quiet. 

Malcolm thought she was more tolerable this way than she would be if she opened her mouth, that much was obvious, but he would much rather if she could stand up and argue with him until he was speechless, even if it meant having to put up with her sharp remarks. 

That would be a lot better than seeing her lying so motionlessly in bed. and drawing each breath as if it could be her last. 

Malcolm stared at her until he fell into a daze. When he heard knocks on the door, he assumed the doctor or one of the nurses and said, “Come in.” 

The door opened, and a tall and lean figure entered the room. 

The visitor was none other than Chadwick. 

Chadwick had always been the mild–mannered sort, but today, he looked like he was restraining his anger. It wasn’t obvious, but his expression was enough to make Malcolm uneasy. 

In all fairness, Malcolm never really liked Chadwick to begin with. As such, he frowned at Chadwick and asked curtly, “What are you doing here?” 

Chadwick looked grim, and there was none of the usual warmth in his tone as he answered stoically, “I’m here to see Tabby.” 

He had called Tabitha earlier today, but he could not get through her 

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phone at all. He dropped by the mansion to see her out of worry, only to be told by George that she had been hospitalized again. 

Naturally, Chadwick had come to visit her, and he even made creamy spinach soup for her. 

Malcolm did not care for Chadwick’s kind gesture at all. “I can take care of Tabitha, so if you’re done, you may leave.” 

Chadwick ignored him and simply fixed his gaze on Tabitha’s face. 

She looked haggard, and her lips were chapped and pale. Her brows were closely knit, indicating that she might be dreaming. Her lips were pursed, and though she looked delicate at that moment, she also seemed incredibly determined. 

Chadwick’s lips pressed into a tight line, then parted. 

Malcolm was particularly sensitive to Chadwick, and when he noticed. Chadwick staring at Tabitha sympathetically, he became even more irritated at Chadwick. 

With a frosty gaze, Malcolm pointed out unhappily, “Mr. Eisenhart, what Tabitha needs now is to rest, and you’re…” 

“There’s something I’d like to talk to you about in private, Mr. Sinclair,” Chadwick suddenly said, cutting Malcolm off. 

His tone was cutting and devoid of its usual jovialness. 

Malcolm narrowed his eyes and finally nodded. “Alright.” 

He wanted to hear what Chadwick had to say to him. 

The two men stopped at the balcony at the end of the corridor. The sun was not at its strongest today, and Malcolm’s voice was a bitingly cold as the roaring wind. “What did you want to talk about, Mr. Eisenhart?” 

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