Unexpected Marriage: She is the Sugar Mommy!-Chapter 310: Truly Miscarried

If he had gone at that time, maybe mom wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

Jude Sinclair leaned close to Desmond Fairchild, tears welling in his bright eyes: "Dad, how is mom? She’ll be okay, right?"

"Don’t worry, mom will be fine." Desmond Fairchild drew Jude into his arms, his usually cold eyes now tinged with warmth.

Yes, she would definitely be okay.

No one knew how long they waited before the lights in the operating room finally went out.

Desmond, holding Jude, rushed forward, staring intently at the door of the operating room, and the moment it opened, he immediately asked, "Doctor, how is my wife?"

The doctor shook his head, somewhat regretfully: "Your wife’s life is saved, but unfortunately, we couldn’t save the child in her belly. I’m sorry for your loss."

Desmond let out a sigh of relief, but in the next second, his heart was seized hard.

They could have another child, but this one meant so much to Seraphina Sinclair. She had gone to great lengths to keep this child, but ultimately, it couldn’t be saved.

If she knew the child was gone, how heartbroken she would be.

"This..." Quentin Jennings found himself at a loss for words. Nothing seemed appropriate or helpful right now.

As everyone watched Seraphina being wheeled into the ward, Jude rushed forward, grabbing her hand and sobbing: "Mom will be very sad if she finds out sister is gone."

The doctor, too, felt regretful as he instructed Desmond: "The patient is under anesthesia and will wake up in about an hour. Comfort her well. If she gets too emotional, call me."

"Thank you," Desmond replied coolly.

Seraphina had always struggled with depression. After everything she’d been through, combined with today’s unexpected miscarriage, who knew what would happen to her.

He calmed down and told Jude, "Notify Camille to come over."

"Okay." Jude wiped his tears and pulled out his phone to call Camille White.

Camille had been looking after Seraphina’s health. To prevent her from regretting and breaking down once she woke up and learned the truth, it was best to have Camille present.

After getting the news, Camille quickly arrived, just in time for Seraphina to wake as the anesthesia wore off.

Seraphina knew, just before losing consciousness, that she had lost a lot of blood. As she slowly woke, the smell of antiseptic made her nauseous. Looking up at the white ceiling, she knew she was saved.

She opened her mouth to speak, her voice barely audible: "Where’s my child?"

Her words left a dead silence in the room, no one daring to answer her.

Jude lay by the bedside, his little lips pouting slightly but saying nothing.

Seraphina’s face was pale as snow, devoid of expression, but a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye: "You don’t have to hide it from me. In such a situation, even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t save it."

"Seraphina, there will be more children. Don’t be too sad." Desmond held her hand, gently comforting her.

"I thought I could trick fate and give birth to him smoothly, but in the end, I couldn’t keep him," Seraphina said, tears constantly falling, "It wasn’t meant to be for her."

She had sacrificed so much for this child. It seemed like it was destiny.

Maybe even the heavens thought she and Desmond were not meant to be, so they let her lose this child.

Watching Seraphina cry continuously, Jude couldn’t bear it. He reached out with his small hands, busy wiping her tears: "Don’t be sad, mom. Sister must have thought this place wasn’t good enough and went back to heaven. She’ll come back when she thinks it’s okay here."

Seraphina weakly curved her lips, holding Jude’s small hand: "Yes, when she’s interested, she’ll come back."

"You’re weak now; you need to rest and not talk." Seraphina sounded so feeble that Keith Hughes couldn’t help but worry.

"Thank you, senior." Seraphina closed her eyes and told everyone, "I’m a bit tired and want to sleep. Please go out."

Jude reluctantly said, "Mom, I want to stay with you."

Seraphina patted his head and opened her eyes to look at him: "Mom is fine; I just want to rest."

"Alright, let’s go out and let her rest." Desmond stood up.

His voice was not loud, but it left no room for objection.

In an instant, everyone had left. The once spacious ward now felt even emptier.

Seraphina opened her eyes again, staring at the white ceiling, her eyes dry and sore.

She wanted badly to cry, but now she couldn’t seem to shed a tear.

Is this her fate? What grievance did the heavens have with her to treat her this way?

Rosalie Quinn soon found out what happened to Seraphina, and a sobered Fiona Dunn also learned of it.

When Fiona discovered that Seraphina nearly died from massive blood loss, she was utterly stunned.

Early in the morning, she rushed to the hospital to beg for Seraphina’s forgiveness.

"Seraphina, I really didn’t know something like this would happen. I must have been out of my mind yesterday to go to a place like that. I’m so sorry, I truly know I was wrong." Fiona no longer dared to act recklessly; she realized she had caused a huge disaster and was wracked with guilt.

She hadn’t imagined that Seraphina paid such a huge price just to get her out of that den of gamblers.

If she had known that something like this would happen, she wouldn’t have gone to the bar to get drunk, or be deceived so easily and dragged into an underground casino.

But Fiona knew that no matter what she said now, it was too late. Seraphina lost her child, something that couldn’t be undone.

Seraphina did not blame Fiona, but Rosalie pointed at Fiona’s nose and scolded her harshly: "You stupid girl, what on earth do you think your brain is for? If it wasn’t for you, Seraphina wouldn’t be lying here."

"I’m sorry, I really didn’t think this would happen." Fiona was so anxious that she was crying. She knew she had caused harm to Seraphina that couldn’t be mended; she cried to Seraphina, "Please hit me, okay? You can hit me; you can even beat me to death."

Even though it was an unborn child, it was still a life. Fiona knew she was deeply guilty. If Seraphina hit or scolded her, perhaps she would feel a bit better.

But now that Seraphina didn’t blame her, she only felt worse.

"I truly know I was wrong; you should punish me, don’t forgive me." Fiona didn’t want such forgiveness. Even though Seraphina kept saying it was fate, Fiona could never in good conscience accept others’ forgiveness.

She did wrong and deserved punishment.

Rosalie looked at her with hatred: "Do you think I don’t want to hit you? But what’s the use? Killing you won’t bring that child back, will it? If you truly know you were wrong, then don’t do foolish things like this again. Just curtail your troublesome nature, and don’t cause trouble for anyone around you in the future. That would be the best."