Three Treasures: Spoiled Wife Goes Wild-Chapter 1801: It’s All My Fault

Justin Battleson quickly grabbed Charlotte Thompson’s hand, only to find that her fingertips were ice-cold.

"Charlotte, it’s okay, it’s okay, don’t we already have Cyrus and the others..." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Each tear streaming from Charlotte Thompson’s eyes felt like a dagger piercing Justin Battleson’s heart.

He couldn’t help but squeeze Charlotte Thompson’s palm tighter, and though he pressed it against his cheek, her fingertips remained cold.

"It’s my fault, I didn’t protect the child..."

Charlotte Thompson closed her eyes in deep remorse. At this moment, she couldn’t ignore the pain within her, feeling it spread to every limb.

Finally, the weight pressed against her heart so heavily that it was almost hard for her to breathe.

Being a mother to several children made Charlotte Thompson treasure her offspring even more, showing the immense impact the miscarriage had on her.

"Charlotte, this isn’t your fault, you haven’t done anything wrong."

Justin Battleson half-kneeled beside the hospital bed, looking at Charlotte Thompson’s pale face, his deep eyes filled with heartache.

Charlotte Thompson sobbed, veins on her neck strained, her tears clinging to her lashes, trembling gently as she blinked, reddening her eyes.

"If I hadn’t insisted on seeing Riley Thompson, if I hadn’t brought her here, none of this would have happened. It’s all because of me... it’s my fault... I let our child down..."

Charlotte Thompson was full of regret. She should have followed Justin Battleson’s suggestion and dealt with Riley Thompson directly, rather than waiting for her to stand before her for the final confrontation.

"Charlotte!"

Seeing Charlotte Thompson engulfed in pain and regret, Justin Battleson felt his own heart wrenching.

Yet now, with Charlotte Thompson consumed by emotion, Justin Battleson knew well that she might not hear anything he said.

Thus, he chose to hold Charlotte Thompson’s hand, quietly staying by her side.

Neither Justin Battleson nor Charlotte Thompson noticed that Vincent, standing by the bedside, had ice-cold eyes.

Vincent’s gaze finally settled on Justin Battleson’s profile, his hand in his pocket continuously clenching.

Finally, he stepped forward and softly said to Charlotte Thompson:

"Charlotte, your body is still very weak now; you shouldn’t be so emotional, you need to rest well."

Charlotte Thompson took deep breaths, seemingly responding to Justin Battleson’s and Vincent’s words, trying to calm her emotions.

But she was now weak physically and psychologically, greatly affected, and couldn’t quite control her tears. Her tearful appearance was truly heartbreaking.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy, please don’t be sad anymore. We’re all here with you."

The children outside the ward naturally understood Charlotte Thompson’s condition.

Initially, they didn’t want to disturb Charlotte Thompson, but seeing her so heartbroken through the glass window, they couldn’t bear it and gradually entered the room to comfort her.

"Yes, Mommy, we’re still here. Don’t be sad. If you’re sad, we’ll feel sad with you too."

"Mommy, don’t be like this, don’t be so sad... we beg you... Grace wishes to see Mommy smile..."

The little boys looked increasingly distressed, while Grace and Annie, the little girls, were already tearful.

Grace wiped her tears as she stood before Charlotte Thompson’s bed.