Chapter 13
Chapter 13
The baby’s tiny figure was faint but visible on the ultrasound. It was all curled up in a ball and seemed to be sucking its thumb.
However, it became nothing more than a bloody lump after the operation.
“Ms. Steele has had a miscarriage before. Her family members clearly didn’t take good care of her,” the doctor said with a deep frown. “She fell on the stairs. It doesn’t look like an accident. It looked more like someone had pushed her.”
Charlie left the hospital in a daze.
The rain landed ceaselessly against his black Maybach, reminding him of the doctor’s words from before that had left a thousand holes in his heart.
According to the date that the doctor had provided, Yasmine’s miscarriage had happened the day that Zachary and Rachel locked her in the sauna room.
After that, she ended up having a real miscarriage when the twins pushed her onto the stairs.
His fist landed angrily against the steering wheel with a loud bang.
Charlie could no longer hold his emotions in and began to sob with his hands over his face.
He didn’t want to believe it, but he couldn’t change the past.
He was the reason why his baby was dead.
He only got back home in the middle of the night as if he had been trying to avoid something.
The living room would no longer light up warmly at his return, nor would Yasmine run into his embrace wrapped in a throw blanket and cuddle up to him sweetly.
He took a deep breath and walked into the house.
The moment he entered, he saw Zachary and Rachel sitting on the carpet. They were hugging their knees
to their chest, and their heads were leaning against each other’s as they dozed away.
Charlie was momentarily stunned at the sight of the two of them.
“What are you guys doing at home?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
Rachel hugged him and murmured, “We missed Mom, so we asked Great-Grandma to bring us back.”
“Dad, where did Mom go?” Zachary tugged at the corner of Charlie’s shirt with tears in his eyes. “Is she angry at me and Rach? Does she not want us anymore?”
Charlie felt a strange mix of emotions as he looked at the two sweet kids in front of him.
Instead of consoling them like he would have before, he told Tom, their butler, to tuck them in.
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Charlie dragged his heavy footsteps back to the study room and began rewatching the security footage.
He stared at video after video of Yasmine getting bullied relentlessly. His eyes began to grow bloodshot
from sheer anger.
He watched as the kids shoved her hands into the oven when she was baking a cake for their birthday.
He watched as they pushed her into the bathtub while she was giving them a bubble bath.
He watched as they threw the scarf she had knitted for them into the rubbish bin with a look of disgust.
Charlie slapped himself firmly and stayed there until the wee hours of the morning.
He began to think about how passionately they loved each other when they were younger, and how they
would run into the rain just to hold each other in their arms. He remembered the stabbing that she had
taken to protect him, and how her pale face looked against the hospital bed.
She had been so good to him that it made his heart ache to recall all their memories.
“Register Zachary and Rachel for an overseas boarding school.”
In the living room, Alex was dutifully noting down each of Charlie’s orders while the housekeepers
scurried all around them, fetching clothes and other things to pack into Zachary and Rachel’s bags.
The kids stood helplessly in the doorway as they tightly clutched their backpack straps. “Dad, where are you sending us?”
“To go have some fun overseas,” Charlie said. He knelt down and caressed their heads. “When you come
back, Mom will be back, too.”
Zachary held back his tears stubbornly. “Dad, I’m a man now! I can take care of Rach. Please don’t throw
us away.”
Rachel, on the other hand, was sobbing as she said, “We’ll be good kids! We won’t make Mom angry ever
again!”
Charlie could only scoff self-deprecatingly. All he could do was tell them a lie. “I know,” he said.
They were at the airport, where Zachary and Rachel kept waving at him, clearly reluctant to leave.
Charlie’s eyes darkened with sorrow.
He didn’t want to take it out on the kids.
Sending them away was the best solution he could come up with.
