Chapter 8 Taylor Has Miscarried

• Due to the family division, Wilson hadn't joined us for New Year's celebrations.
• Unlike the rest of the Eckman Family, he was courteous and down-to-earth, without their usual air of arrogance. If he had been there, he might have stood up for me.
• I gingerly touched my face, numb from the biting cold, avoiding Wilson's eyes. I didn't want him to see me in such a state.
• "Come on, get in the car. I'll take you to the hospital," Wilson said gently as he stepped out of the car and walked over to me. He glanced at my injuries, and helped me with care.
• Inside the car, the warmth enveloped me, and I immediately sneezed. Without a word, Wilson removed his coat and placed it over my shoulders.
• I wasn't used to being this close to any man except Marcus, and for a moment, I felt a bit uneasy and unsure of how to react.
• Eventually, under Wilson's insistence, I wrapped myself in his coat.
• At the hospital, after the doctor finished treating my wounds, Wilson asked me what had happened.
• I told him everything, and he fell silent.
• I assumed he thought, like everyone else, that I had pushed Taylor out of jealousy because she was carrying Marcus' child. Anxiously, I tried to explain, "Wilson, I didn't… you have to believe me. I didn't push Taylor on purpose."
• "I believe you," Wilson replied, looking up. His face, handsome and calm, showed nothing but sincerity.
• I stared at him, speechless, as the tears that had been building up finally broke free and streamed down my face.
• The irony hit hard. My own husband didn't believe me, but Wilson, practically a stranger, did.
• "I'll drive you home now," Wilson said, standing up.
• I nodded but waved away his offer to help me.
• After all, I was a married woman, and being seen so close to Wilson could fuel gossip. Wilson understood and didn't press the matter.
• He drove me to the entrance of the residence and offered to walk me inside, but I refused. If Alice saw me coming home with another man, even if it was a relative from the Eckman Family, it would only create more problems.
• As soon as I stepped through the door, Alice stormed toward me, her face contorted with rage. She slapped me twice without hesitation.
• As she struck me, she spat out, "Charlotte, I'm absolutely disgusted with the way you were raised. How could you stoop so low? How could you be so cruel? Taylor lost her baby! Are you satisfied now? You heartless, venomous woman!"
• So, it was true. Taylor had really lost the baby.
• I stood there in a daze as Alice continued her assault of insults.
• "Divorce Marcus at once. I don't want to see you in this home ever again!" she snarled before stomping upstairs, seething with fury.
• I remained standing in the center of the hall, utterly drained, while the butler watched with a mocking glint in his eye.
• This was my reality as the wife of a wealthy family—a husband who was indifferent and a mother-in-law who openly loathed me.
• I returned to my room and received a call from my mom.
• She was still unaware of Taylor's situation and insisted that I must ask Marcus for 1.5 million before noon the following day; otherwise, Charles' factory would go bankrupt, and the employees would cause unrest.
• I despondently set my phone down, unsure of how to proceed.
• Taylor has miscarried, and Marcus undoubtedly despises me. How could I possibly expect him to give me 1.5 million?
• The next day, the snow continued to fall. I carried a fruit basket, dragging my injuries with me to the hospital to see Taylor, hoping to clarify the situation to Marcus.
• I didn't want him to blame me for the rest of his life.
• Upon my arrival, Marcus was absent, and Taylor was eating her meal while appearing pale and frail.
• Upon seeing me, her gaze softened as she said, "Marcus struck you because he was worried about me. I hope you don't take it personally; I've already explained to him that you didn't push me, and the miscarriage is not your fault."
• I hadn't anticipated Taylor would say that.
• I had always believed she had deliberately collided with me, causing her own miscarriage.
• But now she was denying it. What's happening? Could it really have been an accident?
• I licked my lips and set the fruit basket down. "Then you should rest well."
• "My body is fine; it's just that I lost the baby, and I'm heartbroken. Marcus is even more distraught; last night, he held me and cried like a child," Taylor said, sorrow reflected in her eyes as she gently touched her stomach.
• Marcus cried?
• Taylor's words resonated deeply within me. In my mind, Marcus was a figure of immense strength; I couldn't fathom him crying.
• "Who told you to come here?" Just as Taylor and I were conversing, Marcus entered the room.
• He wore a black high-collared coat, his hair slightly damp. Upon entering and seeing me, his handsome face instantly turned cold, his piercing eyes locking onto me.
• Under Marcus' frigid gaze, I felt like a criminal, unsure of where to place my hands and feet. Ultimately, it was Taylor who intervened.
• Seemingly eager for me to leave the hospital room, Marcus took me out into the hallway and coldly stated, "What were you doing at Taylor's villa?"
• His scrutinizing look intensified my feelings of guilt.
• "Charles' factory is in trouble, and I wanted to borrow 1.5 million from you, so I went there to find you," I thought it best to clarify the situation. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain why I sought out Taylor.