The Husband I Loved for Eight Years Never Loved Me-Chapter 9: He Won’t Care About Her Feelings

Chapter 9: He Wouldn’t Care About Her Feelings

Rachel Royce was resting on her side, her hand on her belly. As she felt the baby stir, her emotions slowly settled.

Zane Shaw’s words replayed in her mind. ’Tyson Sterling really, truly hates the child in my belly.’

’Even if Madam Sterling cares about this child, what happens when that Miss Ainsworth gives birth to a Sterling family heir? How much importance will my child be given then?’

She truly didn’t dare to think about it any further.

’I can’t leave my child behind to face a family that has no expectations of me.’ She had to take the baby and leave. With that, Rachel Royce steeled her resolve.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

A knock sounded at the door.

Rachel Royce snapped back to her senses. She slowly got out of bed, walked over, and opened the door to see Lisa Lawson’s mean-looking face.

"The master is looking for you."

When Rachel Royce entered the living room, she saw the man sitting on the sofa with a cold, grim expression. Her heart instantly tightened. She had tried to prepare herself, but one look at his face and the frigid, oppressive aura surrounding him made fear and dread rise in her heart.

Her steps became stiff, and she didn’t even dare to look at his face.

She stopped in front of him. The scolding she anticipated never came. Instead, she was met with the man’s even colder, more ruthless words. "You can sleep when you’re finished with these documents."

With that, the man unfolded his long legs and strode toward the dining room.

Rachel Royce stared at the thick stack of files on the coffee table. ’He has absolutely no intention of letting me rest tonight.’

’In his eyes, I’m not a pregnant woman. I don’t even count as a normal person. He really does hate me, detest me this much.’

Rachel Royce clenched her fists. She spun around and shouted at his retreating back, "I’ve already submitted my resignation. I quit!"

The man stopped and turned his head, his gaze falling coldly on Rachel Royce.

Rachel Royce summoned her courage and met his overpowering, somber gaze.

"I don’t want to repeat myself."

Tristan Sterling looked at Lisa Lawson and ordered, "Go lock her bedroom door."

Hearing this, a triumphant smile immediately spread across Lisa Lawson’s face. "I’ll go at once."

Lisa Lawson hurried off toward Rachel Royce’s room.

Rachel Royce stood frozen to the spot. An endless, suffocating darkness seemed to close in around her.

The heartache was unbearable, and tears streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes again.

Tristan Sterling took in the sight, his own eyes frigid and devoid of any warmth.

He paid no mind to Rachel Royce’s emotions.

Watching the man’s cold, retreating back, Rachel Royce felt like a complete clown. A sudden, overwhelming emotion surged through her.

She grabbed the documents from the coffee table and threw them directly into the trash can, then supported her belly as she headed out of the living room.

Tristan Sterling stopped in his tracks, his expression growing even colder.

As Rachel Royce stepped out of the villa, a blast of cold wind hit her. She wasn’t wearing a down jacket, and the cold made her shiver all over. Her phone and car keys were back in the room.

She glanced back at the villa, the cold wind drying the tears from her eyes. Hugging her arms, she had no intention of going back. With red-rimmed eyes, she tore her gaze away and walked slowly off the villa grounds.

She walked beneath the lonely, flickering streetlights, dressed in thin clothes and heavily pregnant, exposed to the bleak, cold wind.

The occupants of passing cars couldn’t help but stare at her.

There were only eighteen homes in this entire villa district, and all the residents were either rich or noble. They belonged to the same elite social circle, so they knew who Rachel Royce was. As for her marriage to Tristan Sterling and the reasons behind it, they had naturally heard some of the rumors.

A handsome and perfect man like Tyson Sterling, paired with a woman like her... anyone would be disgusted. No wonder he rarely came home.

Seeing her in such a wretched, unsightly state, they couldn’t muster an ounce of sympathy.

Rachel Royce walked in fits and starts. She had barely eaten lunch, and now she was cold and hungry. Her belly was starting to feel uncomfortable.

She walked for over half an hour.

Rachel Royce finally reached the main gate.

Just as she was about to step outside, the security guard at the gate stopped her. "Miss Royce, Mr. Sterling has asked you to return."

Rachel Royce froze. ’He’s not asking me to go back out of concern for me,’ she thought.

She said, "I’m not going back." With that, she supported her belly and tried to walk out.

But the guard continued to block her way. "Then we can’t let you leave, Miss Royce. You’re pregnant, and it’s freezing tonight. If something happens, we can’t take the responsibility. Please, go back!"

Rachel Royce looked up at the guard, her breath fogging in the cold air. She softened her tone and asked, "Could I borrow your phone to make a call?"

The guard replied, "I’m sorry, Miss Royce."

Rachel Royce stood where she was, the pain in her belly intensifying.

Just then, a car horn blared from behind her.

Rachel Royce instinctively looked back and saw the man in the driver’s seat. It was as if she were seeing her savior. She clutched her belly and limped forward. Her knee, injured from a fall earlier that day, hadn’t healed, and the cold wind made it ache even more.

Ian Quinn lowered the passenger-side window.

Rachel Royce asked, "Mr. Quinn, could you give me a ride out of here?"

Ian Quinn didn’t ask any questions. "Get in," he said.

"Thank you."

Rachel Royce opened the door and got into the car.

The guard didn’t dare to step forward and stop them. He could only stand there and watch Ian Quinn drive away before returning to the guardhouse to dial the internal line for Villa 8.

"Mr. Sterling, Miss Royce just left in Mr. Quinn’s car."

"..."

Ian Quinn noticed Rachel Royce’s pale expression. "Is your belly hurting?"

Rachel Royce didn’t try to act strong. "Please, take me to the hospital."

Ian Quinn accelerated.

On the way, he received a call from Julian Jennings. The two had plans that evening, and Julian was asking when he would be there.

"I ran into Rachel Royce. I’m taking her to the hospital right now."

They arrived at the nearest hospital.

Ian Quinn got her registered at the emergency department.

The doctor did a full examination and put her on an IV drip.

Ian Quinn noticed she was having trouble walking and mentioned it to the doctor. Rachel Royce was wearing thick, padded pants and would need to take them off for the exam, so Ian went to wait outside the room.

Just then, he saw Julian Jennings walking toward him.

Julian Jennings walked up, glanced into the hospital room, and asked, "What happened?"

Ian Quinn said, "She probably got into it with Tristan Sterling. She was outside in this freezing weather without a coat. She mainly caught a chill, which affected her pregnancy. It’s not a huge problem." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Is the doctor still examining her?"

"I saw she wasn’t walking right, so the doctor is checking it now."

Just as he finished speaking, the doctor opened the door and came out.

"Doctor, how is she?"

The doctor said, "Her knee is quite badly bruised. Which of you is her husband?"

Julian Jennings explained, "She’s a student of mine."

The doctor didn’t press the issue. "I’ll prescribe some medicine for the contusion. One of you come with me to get it."

Ian Quinn said, "I’ll go."

Julian Jennings entered the room and saw Rachel Royce lying motionless on the bed, her face pale.

"Professor Jennings."

Rachel Royce called out.

Julian Jennings pulled over a stool and sat down. "No matter what," he said, "you can’t be reckless with the child you’re carrying."

Rachel Royce had completely calmed down by now. "I was too impulsive today."

’What right did I have to throw a tantrum at Tristan Sterling? In his eyes, I was just making an ugly scene, making myself even more of a disgrace in front of him. He wouldn’t care about my feelings at all.’