Eugene’s mind went nk, and he was unable to react.
It was not until Yvonne reminded Mnie about it that she turned away with Merry <b>in </b>her arms.
Merry had stopped crying. She leaned into Mnie’s arms and rested her head on Mnie’s shoulder as she sniffled quietly.
Eugene had seen Merry clearly. She was an adorable child. Merry was fair and chubby, and she had Mnie’s eyes.
It took Eugene a while to find his voice. <b>His </b>throat was tight, and he sounded hoarse. <b>“</b>Is this your baby, Mnie?”
Mnie’s heart sank. She had been so busy <b>trying </b><b>to </b>cajole Merry that she <b>had </b>totally forgotten about Eugene.
She paused for a moment with Merry in her hand before forcing herself <b>to </b>calm down. <b>“</b>Yes<b>, </b>she is.” “You…” Eugene tried to say something, but nothing came out. <b>He </b>closed his <b>eyes </b>with <b>a </bplicated look on his face.
It took him <b>a </b>while <b>to </b>finally ask in a hoarse <b>voice</b><b>, </b><b>“</b>Was your miscarriage a lie<b>?</b>”
Mnie looked at him coldly<b>. </b>“Are you disappointed? <b>I’ve </b><b>said </b>it many times<b>, </b>Eugene. This baby has nothing to do with you. If you or any <b>of </b><b>the </b><b>Scotts </b><b>dare </b><b>to </b>hurt my daughter<b>, </b>I’ll do everything in my power to make you pay for it!”
She said this savagely. She had Merry now. Mnie would do everything she could to make those who hurt Merry pay for it.
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There were no emotions on Eugene’s <b>face</b><b>, </b>but he did not seem as distant as before. He looked flustered and in a <b>daze</b><b>. </b>
Eugene had no idea what to <b>feel </b>or what <b>to </b>do. All he could do was stare at Mnie and Merry.
For some <b>reason</b>, Eugene’s <b>heart </b>started beating very fast when he saw Merry<b>. </b>His heart felt heavy when he saw her <b>cry</b><b>. </b>
He moved forward as he wanted to take a <b>closer </b>look at the child, but a hand came in his way.
Yvonne said grimly<b>, </b><b>“</b>You’re <b>not </b>wee here. All <b>of </b><b>you </b>should <b>leave</b><b>.</b>”
She looked at Mnie <b>after </b>that. Mnie went straight into the <b>hospital </b>ward. There <b>was </b>nothing much <b>to </b>exin<b>. </b>
Yvonne closed the <b>door</b>. She asked Mnie after she saw everyone leave, “What should we do now?”
Mnie had not <b>expected </b>this <b>to </b>happen so suddenly. She said, <b>“</b>I’m taking Merry back <b>to </b>Nava.”
Even though this was not the <b>best </b>n<b>, </b><b>she </b>had <b>to </b>make do <b>with </b>it for now.
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Before they could leave<b>, </b>Merry <b>suddenly </b>came down with a fever in the evening.
The doctor told them that it was caused by a minor infection <b>to </b>her wound, and Merry had to stay a night at the hospital so that they could observe her situation. Mnie was forced to stay back.
Yvonne went out and came back with dinner. She felt even guiltier. “Merry wouldn’t have had to suffer if it wasn’t for me. I’m really sorry that I insisted on getting my item back when it wasn’t anything important at all.”
“It’s not your fault. No one expected Timothy Harmon <b>to </b>be there,” Mnie said. Merry had just fallen asleep after being given an injection<b>, </b>and <b>she </b><b>spoke </b><b>softly</b>.
Yvonne looked upset at the mention <b>of </b>Timothy<b>. </b>She had <b>just stepped </b>outside to give her friend a call about him. She found out that Timothy’s family <b>was </b>rich and powerful. He often went around causing trouble.
He had appeared on the gossip pages several times<b>, </b>but his family always used their wealth to make his troubles go <b>away</b>.
This time, it was the Quinnds who bailed him out.
Mnie <b>was </b>not surprised. She did not want <b>to </b>continue harping over this after finding out about Timothy’s mental issue.
If he decided to get revenge one day, it would be terrible if Merry got implicated.
She had to admit that she did not dare <b>to </b>anger Timothy.
Merry needed someone by her side. When Yvonne went off to buy some necessities for washing up, Xander called her on the phone.
Mnie looked at the time<b>. </b>It was morning where Xander was.