Prisci turned to Wesley, too. Deep down, she knew he wouldn’t take her side, but the great pain gave her an illu- sion, and for a moment, she let herself hope.


    All it took was one nce. If he cared to look at her, he’d surely realize something was wrong.


    “Prisci, Larissa was just being nice. You’re way out of line.” Wesley looked down at her, his tone cial.


    She straightened up with all her might. Her long, disheveled hair cascaded over her shoulders, her already gaunt face ghastly pale.


    Staring at Wesley without blinking, she said, her tone chilling to the bone, “Wesley, didn’t you hear what ude said? He cursed your baby to die.”


    Wesley ignored her sickly pale face, thinking she was faking an illness. When ude cursed her baby, he acted all in- different. But as she identally patted Larissa’s hand, it was “way out of line”.


    Could he be any more biased?


    Prisci had never felt this pathetic before.


    Her husband didn’t love her, and her family didn’t care about her.


    Her life was surrounded by endless suspicion and unremitting pain.


    Did Wesley really think of her as his wife? How could he despise her like this?


    “ude didn’t mean what he said,” Larissa apologized on behalf of ude. “He said that because he was too worried about me. Prisci, I apologize to you on his behalf.”


    ude shot Larissa a grateful nce, his fondness for her growing deeper-and with it, his resentment toward Prisci sharpened.


    “You may both step out,” Wesley said slowly. Then he frowned at Prisci. “Prisci, cut it out already before you harm the baby.”


    Prisci clenched her teeth, but the pain in her lower abdomen kept intensifying. Her vision blurred, and she could no longer hold on. With a dull thud, she copsed to the floor.


    “Spare me, Prisci. Not again,” ude scoffed with contempt, looking down at Prisci on the floor. “Bravo, Prisci. Perfect timing for a faint-just as your lies were exposed. But you overlooked one thing. We’re in a hospital. Do you really think the doctors can’t see through your act?”


    Wesley bent down to scoop Prisci into his arms. She was so light-he felt like holding a feather.


    He felt a strange sensation in his heart. He had seldom seen hertely and had no idea she had lost so much weight.


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    11:50


    “I’ll go get a doctor.” ude strode out at once, eager to expose Prisci’s act.


    Before he could reach the door, a nurse pushed it open.


    Prisci had a miscarriage and had no family by her side, so the nurse was particrly concerned about monitoring her IV drip. Now was about the time thest IV bag emptied.


    She walked over. Her expression changed drastically when she saw Prisci’s pale face and the blood on the back of her hand, and she immediately pressed the call button to summon a doctor.


    “Doctor, the patient in bed 29 is in aa. She needs emergency treatment.”


    Soon, hurried footsteps rang out in the hallway.


    The doctor rushed over with a couple of nurses.


    After a brief examination, Prisci was wheeled into the ER.


    Wesley guarded outside the door, his heartbeat racing for some reason.


    ude’s indifferent voice rang out. “She’s faking it. Save the trouble.”


    The nurse rolled her eyes at him. “Since when does ayman know better than us?”


    Prisci’s bloodless face surfaced in Wesley’s mind as he asked, “What exactly happened to her?”


    “She had a miscarriage,” the nurse said before hurrying into the ER.


    Silence filled the hallway.


    Larissa murmured, “A miscarriage? How’s that possible?”


    Wesley stood motionless in a daze, Prisci’s intense reaction after ude’s harsh words shing across his mind.


    What had really happened to Prisci?


    He grabbed his phone and texted his assistant, wanting to know everything that had happened tonight.