Wesley’s deep-set eyes wereced with tenderness. “I’m to me for your miscarriage. I wanna make it up to you.”


    He said this so seriously.


    Immediately, tears welled up in Prisci’s eyes, rage surging within her.


    He wanted to make it up to her?


    How?


    Even the soup sickened her.


    “I don’t have an appetite. Put it away.”


    “Don’t throw a tantrum again.” His expression darkened.


    She said, looking serious, “If you still love Larissa, I can back off. I mean it, Wesley.


    “Let’s get a divorce. Then I won’t stand in your way anymore.”


    He put down the bowl, lowered his head, and leaned closer to her.


    Their eyes locked.


    He said, “We got married based on an agreement…”


    She interrupted him, “Yes, I know that. We shook hands on three years when we signed it. And there are only t months left.”


    Her nose twitched, and her voice was hoarse.


    It was true-their marriage began as a deal, but she grew serious.


    To her, Wesley was her husband, her family, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.


    But maybe some things and people were never hers to keep.


    She continued, “The divorce cooling-off period takes a month…”


    Suddenly, Wesley snapped, “Even if there’s only a day left, until then, you’re still my wife.”


    He held the bowl in his hand again. “I’m your husband, and taking care of you is what I should do.”


    Holding back her tears, she ate the soup.


    So, he was just fulfilling his duty as her husband.


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    It had nothing to do with guilt or anything else.


    The atmosphere in the ward was suffocating by the time she finished the soup.


    She slowlyy back down on the bed and closed her eyes.


    Wesley tightened the thermos lid, his gaze falling upon her pale face. She was clearly frail, but she stubbornly acted so unreasonably and kept making scenes…


    He really didn’t know what she was thinking.


    Early the next morning, Prisci woke up. Wesley had already left, and a servant from home was in the ward.


    Right after the servant helped her with breakfast, a middle-aged woman in elegant attire stormed in.


    She barked, “What did you do to Larissa, Prisci?”


    Leaning against the headboard, Prisci indifferently looked at Tania Bradshaw, her biological mother.


    Tania never liked Prisci. The indifference on Prisci’s face made her resent Prisci even more, and her words were nothing but harsh.


    “Larissa just returned home. As her sister, you should have helped her in every way you could. But you didn’t. In- stead, you insulted her in front of so many people. What the heck were you up to?


    “You forced her to take off the gown, and after she did, you gave it to some waitress. Don’t you know people were watching? How could you humiliate her like that?”


    Prisci was already well-known for her exceptional perfumery skills and understated style. Besides, Wesley had been there yesterday, too. Therefore, word got out quickly, and everyone in the circle had learned about the incident.


    Larissa had be aughingstock overnight, and she cried so hard that her eyes were swollen.


    Enduring the bitterness, Prisci said tly after Tania’s questioning, “I’m hospitalized.”


    Tania was stunned. Of course, she knew. Otherwise, she would have shown up here at all.


    She firmly believed it was another trick Prisci had pulled.


    Prisci grew up in a small town in the countryside andcked proper manners.


    To fight with Larissa for Wesley’s favor, she had pulled several stunts over the past month.


    “Larissa and Wes are childhood sweethearts. Stop throwing a tantrum, Prisci,” Tania frowned while lecturing Prisci.


    A wave of powerlessness washed over Prisci. Like Wesley, Tania believed she was just throwing a tantrum.


    They both presumed her goal was to win Wesley’s favor.


    “I lost my baby.” She looked up, her expression as indifferent as ever.


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