ude also found it hard to believe. He muttered, “A miscarriage? No way. Maybe… she wanted it to happen.”


    Hearing this, Wesley immediately looked up and stared at him icily.


    ude froze. Then he faltered, “I… I just… I mean, it didn’t make sense…”


    Larissa tugged at his arm and whispered, “Enough, ude.”


    Wesley’s expression was cold and stern, his towering figure exuding amanding presence. “She’s my wife. ude, if you disrespect her again, there’ll be consequences.”


    ude curled his lip, not saying anything anymore.


    About an hourter, Prisci was wheeled out. Her condition had stabilized.


    A nurse asked, “Who’s the patient’s family?”


    Wesley stepped forward. “I’m her husband.”


    She gave him a once-over, her eyes filled with disdain. Then she instructed, her voice cold, “The patient just had a miscarriage. She needs proper rest and a quiet environment. Fewer people in the ward is better for her recovery.”


    ***


    When Prisci opened her eyes, she found herself in a VIP ward of the Carlton Group’s private hospital.


    Surely, it was Wesley’s arrangement.


    “Prisci, does it still hurt?” Wesley was sitting by the bedside, the indifference in his tone yesterdaypletely re- ced by gentleness.


    She looked up when she heard his voice. The sight of his face still sent ancing pain through her body.


    She tilted her head to look outside the window, trying not to get worked up.


    Wesley’s deep voice echoed in the ward. “Prisci, I’m sorry about what happenedst night. If I had known, I…”


    He would have sent someone to pick her up.


    “Wesley, three years is almost up.” Prisci’s voice was barely audible, her face indifferent.


    He stared at her side profile, the ck shirt adding a touch of gloom to his appearance.


    After saying this, she slowly turned to look at him. Then she continued tly, “ording to the agreement, we have three months left. The divorce cooling-off period is one month.”


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    Neither she nor he wanted the marriage in the first ce, so they had shaken hands on a three-year agreement. If they still didn’t have feelings for each other after three years, they’d get a divorce.


    Now that she had brought this up, he knew she was proposing a divorce.


    “We’ll always have other children. Stay strong, alright?” Wesley pursed his thin lips, lowering his gaze a little. Losing the baby hit him hard, too.


    But it was just an ident.


    “I will have children in the future, but you won’t be the father,” Prisci blurted out what she was thinking.


    “Welsey, Larissa’s back. If you wanna marry her, I can step aside.”


    “There’s nothing going on between Larissa and me.” A trace of gentleness shed across Wesley’s eyes when he said Larissa’s name.


    Prisci couldn’t be bothered to argue with him about this.


    It was the truth-he and Larissa had never done anything crossing the line, but he was her husband, and she’d never tol- erate seeing him fixate on another woman.


    How could he be so indifferent after losing their baby?


    As a man, he could never truly grasp her bond with the baby-the feeling of having a life growing inside her was amazing and indescribable.


    And naturally, he couldn’t feel the pain after losing it. It was like being yed alive.


    That was why he could casually say, “We’ll always have other children”.


    “I’m not suggesting otherwise. I just mean that since she’s the one you love, now that she’s back, you should go back to be with her,” she said, her tone calm.


    She had thought it through. Since he wanted to take care of Larissa, she wouldn’t stand in their way.


    “I told you already. There’s nothing going on between us,” Wesley said, his gaze turning cold. After a pause, he added, “I know you’re upset about losing the baby, but Larissa had nothing to do with it.”


    Prisci coughed, her eyes reddening.