My Sweetheart novel Chapter 715

Maryam breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Mathew come back, and said to Kathy lowly, "So I let you get a divorce as soon as possible. After all, Grandpa is the closest person to Brother Joseph."

Kathy's casual words quickly interrupted her, "Joseph will not drive me away just because he committed suicide. Even I know he is acting. Do you think Joseph doesn't know?"

Maryam realized that Kathy's eyes were very dark, but bright, and she spoke in a very light voice, "Maryam, let me teach you how to make mischief."

Before she could react, Maryam only felt that Kathy suddenly reached out and grabbed her. She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand out, but she didn't know if because of excessive force or what... the woman in front of her suddenly fell from behind.

As soon as Joseph came in, he saw Kathy standing on the side of the stairs. His heart was beating very fast. He subconsciously called her, "Kathy, stand still..."

But before he finished speaking, the slender figure suddenly leaned back heavily. He almost watched her roll down from the second floor with his own eyes.

"Kathy!"

The familiar voice in her ear seemed to shatter her eardrums.

Kathy slowly closed her eyes, but found that her consciousness was very clear, and the ceiling above her head became hazy and distant.

She felt this familiar feeling again in pain.

She thought she wouldn't hurt anymore...but, she didn't expect it to be more painful than the last time, more painful...

Maryam stared blankly at the woman rolling down in front of her, and stared at her hand blankly. She really didn't do anything just now...

She didn't push her at all... How could Kathy roll down...

Joseph didn't know how he ran to Kathy's side. When he bent down to pick her up, he saw a pool of blood.

"Kathy."

His voice was trembling, and for the first time in his life, there was an unabashed panic in his eyes.

He knelt on one knee by the woman's side and picked up Kathy's cold body. She had passed out, only a steady stream of blood kept flowing out.

Her head was also injured, and the blood stained half of her pale face, but what made him panic was the blood in her lower body...

Almost realizing something, his handsome face suddenly froze.

It was not the first time. If it... it was really a miscarriage.

"Master... Is Mrs Joseph miscarrying..." The panicked servant quickly said.

The man's nerves were tensed, and the bone-thinning chill quickly spread from the top of his head to his whole body, flowing finely and densely in every part of his body.

The hands he held her trembled almost unsteadily.

She finally had a baby... but again, again, the child died.

The emotion in his eyes changed into deep self-blame and annoyance.

Damn him.

Joseph picked her up from the ground, his handsome face paler than the woman in his arms, and he growled in a low voice, "Get ready for the car now."

He hugged her and walked out quickly. All his movements were instinct. He held the woman in his arms tightly. The only feeling he felt was that his heart seemed to be held tightly by one hand, and as long as it used more force, it would crush his heart at any time.

Mathew looked at the blood on the ground, and the indifferent man who hadn't seen him at all, suddenly became dazed.

Of course he knew what it meant.