He Blocked My Ambulance for Her Baby, So I Gave Him a Stillbirth to Remember Chapter 06

He Blocked My Ambulance for Her Baby, So I Gave Him a Stillbirth to Remember Chapter 06

His broken sobs echoed through the hospital 

room. 

But no one pitied him. 

The doctor glanced at him coldly, straightened his collar, and left the room without looking back. 

The nurse also gave an angry, contemptuous 

scoff. 

“And to think we believed your lies. We really thought Miss Hart was the mistress. Turns out the woman you were protecting was the real 

mistress.” 

“What a ruthless scumbag. All you cared about was staying with your lover while you left your 

actual wife here to suffer through hell.” 

“You killed your wife and baby for the sake of a 

mistress. How is that any different from murder?” 

Every word pierced Grayson’s heart like a poisoned blade. 

His face was deathly pale as he knelt before my 

already cold body. 

His expression was vacant, and his eyes were full 

of regret. 

He had truly believed I could hold on. 

He had even planned that once the baby was born, he would do everything possible to make it up to 

1. me. 

Although our baby would not be the Whitmore heir, he would never play favorites. 

If I was willing, he could even bring Vivian’s child back and let me raise him. 

How could he have ever imagined that I would end up dead along with my baby? 

Many pregnant women and their family members had gathered outside the door. 

After learning the truth, all of them were furious. 

A storm of curses and accusations came crashing down on him. Someone was so angry that they gritted their teeth and slapped him twice. 

Grayson did not move. He simply knelt there, letting the crowd shove him. 

As if he had lost his soul, he stared blankly at me. 

When I died, I had not even had time to close my 

eyes. 

My wide–open eyes were filled with despair and 

regret. 

I must have hated him to the bone. That was why I could not even rest in death. 

I must have regretted it too, regretted how I had 

once used every ounce of strength I had to save him when he wanted to die. 

I had spent ten years of my youth building a life. with him from nothing. 

But in the end, this was the miserable fate | 

received. 

In a daze, he remembered how afraid of pain I used to be. 

When we first met, even scraping my knee a little would make me cry in fear. 

Later, I stayed with him through physical therapy. 

Even though I was painfully thin, I gritted my teeth and became his living crutch. 

Countless times, when he lost his balance and fell, 

I would catch him without hesitation the instant he 

went down. 

I would cushion him with my own body and fall 

beneath him, my knees scraped bloody from the 

impact. 

Back then, even though everything was so difficult, he had secretly sworn that he would stand again. 

He had only one reason: to keep me from getting 

hurt again. 

On the day he finally regained the ability to walk, 

he was overwhelmed with emotion, and only one 

thought filled his mind. 

He could finally stand again, and he could finally 

shield me from every storm. 

Without hesitation, he dropped to one knee and 

proposed, his eyes devout as he swore he would 

protect me for the rest of my life. 

Later, he became successful and turned into the 

untouchable Mr. Whitmore. 

But he forgot his original purpose. He also forgot 

that everything he had fought so desperately for 

was only meant to make me happy. 

The first time he cheated, he really had been 

drunk. 

In a drunken haze, he had pinned Vivian beneath 

him when she came to the estate looking for me. 

But before anything more could happen, I caught 

them in bed. 

After he sobered up, he saw me hysterical and 

red–eyed, and regret nearly tore him apart. 

So he knelt in front of me and made up the lie that 

he had mistaken her for me. 

Just as he expected, I foolishly believed him and 

forgave him with naive innocence. 

He had even felt secretly pleased for a long time. 

because I forgave him so easily. 

He met Vivian again at a hospital. 

She had just undergone a procedure after a 

miscarriage and was sitting weakly in the hospital 

hallway. 

Her body was covered in bruises from being 

beaten. 

She got up and stopped Grayson, crying as she 

told him what she had been through. 

By the end, she even raised her eyes with 

provocation and declared that she was not the 

kind of woman to swallow humiliation in silence. 

She said she would find a way to get revenge on 

1. me. 

And her so–called revenge was boldly kissing 

Grayson on the lips in front of everyone. 

Grayson failed to control himself and gave in 

completely to her seduction. 

He helped Vivian find a lawyer and file for divorce. 

Behind my back, he kept her as his mistress and 

even got her pregnant. 

It was not that he had never felt guilty. 

But whenever he remembered that I had made the 

scandal known to everyone, causing Vivian to 

marry someone else out of spite and end up 

abused until she miscarried, he became 

self–righteous again. 

He numbed himself again and again. Whenever 

guilt surfaced during his affair, he comforted. 

himself by saying this was all something I owed 

Vivian. 

But he never imagined that the verdict he had 

passed on me so arrogantly would bury my life. 

Grayson lowered his head and pressed his face 

against my bloodstained abdomen. He cried and 

laughed, then laughed and cried again. 

Only when he had cried so hard that he was about 

to pass out did the door of the hospital room open 

once more.