Chapter 4
462 Words
My heart sank halfway.
"My child… my child was sent to emergency because of her, and you're worried about whether she got scared?"
Jack simply held Chloe in his arms, gently comforting her, ignoring me completely.
From the end of the corridor came the frantic footsteps and urgent shouts of nurses.
I lay frozen on the bed, unable to move, my eyes locked in the direction where my child had been taken.
My tears broke loose instantly. I collapsed and cried out, "Jack, please… please go check on the baby! Please see how our child is doing!"
I had survived a near-death C-section just to bring her into this world, not to have her suffer like this.
I hated Chloe.
I hated Jack even more.
And at that moment, I even hated myself for allowing her to be born into this suffering.
But Jack only held Chloe tighter and turned his anger on me.
"What are you yelling for?! Chloe is just an unmarried girl. How would she know anything? It's your fault for not having milk. The baby had to drink formula and got choked!"
Chloe buried her face in his chest, sobbing. Then she looked up. "Jack… I really didn't mean it… I know Emily doesn't want to see me right now. I should leave… I don't want to upset her more…"
She tugged lightly at Jack's sleeve and added softly, "We're not doctors anyway. Staying here won't help. And… it's just choking on milk, it's not that serious…"
Jack looked at me and sighed. "Chloe's right. We're not doctors. We can't help anyway. Just rest."
Then he added coldly, "As for the medical bills, don't worry. I'll handle it when I come back. Consider it… compensation."
He paused, then said with disgust, "Besides, that child… if she survives, she's just lucky. If anything happens, I don't even want to see her. A useless child would only drag me down."
At that moment, I felt every drop of blood in my body freeze.
Without another word, he turned and left with Chloe.
At the doorway, Chloe turned her head slightly and gave me a victorious look.
My child had been rushed into emergency care, life uncertain.
My mother was still in the ICU, hanging by a thread.
My husband had just decided that even his own child was a burden and walked away.
At that moment, I knew he would pay for this.
Jack really believed the company was built on his own ability.
But he had forgotten one thing.
Without me, he was nothing.
And when he lost everything, I would make sure he learned how his so-called "shared economy" truly worked.
"Jack," I called out.
He stopped and turned back impatiently. "What now?"
"We should get a divorce."
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