Sir madame has run away again (Lily and Carson) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382
“I don’t know how this happened. I tried to get my parents to convince her to abort the baby, which she disagreed with. She had been arguing with my parents about it for the last few days so I figured she might have had it somehow, she was very uneasy about it, which caused the miscarriage.”
That bastard is probably worried that I’ll accuse him of his bad deeds, so he even lied about it, I thought. “How is her condition? Did she bleed a lot like Jolene did?”
“No. Her condition has been stable since the miscarriage took place in the hospital, so the doctors handled the situation accordingly.”
“Good to hear that. I will visit her in a little while.”
“Lily, you don’t have to come. I am just informing you about the situation.”
That was fine with me too, but the fact that Eric was waiting in front of my house panicked me, so I thought I should escape rather than allow Eric’s presence to torture me by staying there.
After hanging up and changing clothes. I was ready to leave the house with the car keys in my hand. Mrs. Fant followed behind me as she asked. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going home for a while, so please tell my parents I might not be spending the night.”
“Of course, and stay safe on the road”
Eric was surprised to see my car drive out of the house. As he tried to open the car door, I didn’t stop long enough to allow him to do so. Instead, I left without even looking at him. I could see his livid expression in the rearview mirror, which was extremely gratifying.
When I arrived at the hospital, the Boyers were gathered in the ward where Eliza was. Mrs. Boyer faked a smile when he noticed my presence. “Lily, you’re finally here.”
“Mom, what is Eliza doing?”
“Her physical condition is good, but she is emotionally unstable because the baby is gone,” said my mother-in-law.
I approached the sickbed to observe Eliza sleeping. Due to the pregnancy, Eliza gained weight, so she didn’t look as haggard even after suffering a miscarriage. From what I could gather, she appeared to have a healthy appearance, which did not fit with Et Carson’s description that the miscarriage was due to her weak constitution.
I called her in a low voice. “Eliza, I came to pay you a visit!”
“Honey, she’s sleeping right now. The doctor just gave her some tranquilizers due to her agitated state,” Carson explained to
“She’s such a poor thing.” By letting out a sigh. I asked, “Honey, what should we do if she goes into another rage state after waking up?”
“If that’s the case, let her fend for herself!” my father in law declared. There were two scratches across his face, obviously Eliza’s doing.
“You shouldn’t do that to Eliza. She is still so young.” Although I said it in such a kind way. I was scolding inside, as the Boyers used to say. Eliza’s conceit and arrogance were a direct result of spoiling her, which led her to fantasize about marrying the rich, only to end up falling into a trap. The Royers themselves were a major factor in her downfall.
That night, the Boyers, Victoria, and I spent the night in the hospital while we waited for Eliza to regain consciousness. Although we were all in the ward, the atmosphere was not pleasant. While my mother-in-law was self-blaming as she sobbed at Eliza’s bedside, my father-in-law walked in and out of the ward sighing repeatedly, which indicated his despondency. Carson was in a very similar situation, while I was sitting on the couch looking bored, but I was actually feeling
it
trapped inside.
If it weren’t for Eric coming to my house, I wouldn’t have stayed in the hospital waiting for Eliza to regain consciousness; it was all Eric’s fault. Perhaps due to a slight overdose by the doctor, Eliza did not regain consciousness until around 2 am. Carson wasn’t in the ward when she woke up, while my mother-in-law and father-in-law quickly rushed over to her as soon as she stirred. “Eliza, you finally woke up! How are you feeling?”
Although they showed their love for her openly, Eliza didn’t seem to recognize it as she started spewing insulting words as soon as she opened her eyes and bolted from where she was lying on the bed. “Murderers! That’s what you all are! You killed my baby! Give me back my baby!”
“You miscarried because of your weak body, so why should we be blamed?” my mother in law fought back.