Snare of Love novel Chapter 460

If Matthew had got to know the truth at another time, it was fine. However, he knew it at this critical moment. Dolores wondered how much he was suffering now.

She grabbed Boyce’s arm and her nails subconsciously sank into his flesh. In his embrace, she burst into tears.

Boyce ignored the pain on his arm and tried his best to comfort her. “Dolores, calm down. You are pregnant now. You can’t get too emotional.”

Ignoring him, Dolores couldn’t control herself at all. Her mind was fulfilled with the scene that Victoria had tried her best effort to protect her above to avoid the billboard from smashing on her. The red blood flow along Victoria’s neck, dripping, and she gradually exhaled more than inhaling, at her last gasp...

Covering her chest, Dolores choked with sobs.

Boyce couldn’t do anything. Failing to convince her, he let her cry out.

When Dolores got tired, he carried her back to her ward.

Lying on the bed, Dolores peered out of the window aimlessly. She looked in distance, but her eyes didn’t focus. Her eyes were blurred.

Boyce didn’t dare to leave her alone, worried that she might be over-excited to harm the baby in her belly. After all, she had a sign of miscarriage before.

“If she weren’t to save me, she might not die...” Her voice was so hoarse and rusty.

Boyce was standing aside in silence.

“If I could have another chance, I must tell Matthew who she was as soon as I got to know the truth so that she wouldn’t have any regret. Matthew wouldn’t also face the situation that before his birth mother passed away, he hadn’t called her yet.”

Victoria said she had no regret in her lifetime, but all mothers would expect their own children to call them Mom.

“Don’t blame yourself. No one would know such an incident would happen. Besides, you did that for his own good. This matter was relevant to the grudge of the elders. What does it have to do with you? What you should do right now is to take care of yourself and let him deal with Victoria’s funeral. We should respect the dead, letting her rest in peace,” Boyce whispered to convince her while standing in front of the bed.

He heaved a sigh. “Take a good rest. If there’s anything, I’ll inform you. Cheer up and help him deal with things coming next.”

Dolores knew what he meant. Although the news that Victoria was Matthew’s mother hadn’t gone public, as Matthew’s wife and Victoria’s daughter-in-law, Dolores must attend the funeral and other relevant events.

“I know,” she answered hoarsely, gradually closing her eyes. Probably she had cried too much, her eyes were dried out. She felt it cozier when closing them.

Later, she heard that Boyce walked out of the ward. She didn’t open her eyes. However, her tears streamed across her nose bridge, dripping again.

At noon, Boyce came to deliver some food to her, but she didn’t have any appetite. Instead, she kept asking him how Matthew was doing.

Matthew had been in Victoria’s ward all the time.

“Don’t worry. He needs time. After all, it happened too suddenly. Everything came up to him altogether.”

Boyce convinced her to eat. “If you don’t any appetite, you should eat for the baby in your belly.”

Dolores forcibly pressed some food into her mouth. Then she wanted to vomit. She vomited everything, more fiercely than before. When she couldn’t vomit anything from her tummy, she started puking the gastric acid. She was so exhausted.

Boyce called a nurse over to inject some vitamins into her. Otherwise, she couldn’t hang on at all.

In the afternoon, she felt too tired, so she fell asleep again.

When Dolores woke up again, it was pretty dark in the room. It was night already. Rubbing her sore eyes, she tried to sit up. In a trance, she saw a figure sitting beside the window.

She stared at the figure and recognize who he was. After a moment, she lifted the quilt, got off the bed, walked to him, and hugged him from his back.

They didn’t speak. Looking at each other, they could understand how each other felt.