A Firm Decision:No More Second Chances

Seeing that I ignored her, she walked over to me, dramatically covering her nose.

"What are you eating? It smells awful."

As she spoke, she picked up the jar containing my hometown dishes, looking disgusted.

I stood up and angrily said, "Give it back to me."

But she deliberately let go. The glass jar fell to the ground, shattering and spilling food everywhere.

She laughed, "Sorry, I didn't hold on tightly."

In the next moment, I raised my hand and slapped her hard across her smug face.

Camilla fell to the ground, making an exaggerated expression of pain.

Charles rushed over, carefully helping Camilla up and glaring at me with a fierce look. "Elena, apologize to Camilla right now."

"Not a chance."

My stubborn attitude completely enraged Charles.

He suddenly pushed me, and I fell, hitting my head hard against the corner of the table.

The pain caused me to lose consciousness for a moment, and when I came to, I realized blood was already seeping from my forehead.

Charles panicked and hurriedly took me to the hospital without stopping.

The attending physician in the emergency department just happened to be the same doctor who treated me during my previous hospitalization.

As she treated the wound on my forehead, she reminded me of the precautions to take when I got home.

Charles frowned while listening, "It's just a surface injury. Why does she need to rest in bed and pay attention to nutrition? She's not that delicate."

The doctor looked somewhat shocked.

"You are her husband, right?"

"Yeah."

The doctor scolded him, "She had a miscarriage last week. Didn't you know?"

Charles was completely stunned. He looked at the doctor, then at me, his voice trembling.

"Elena, you...you were really pregnant?"