After Taking The Wrong Medical Report, My Crazy Husband Beat Me Into A Miscarriage

"No!"

"I can't take it anymore, Maximilian. I'm begging you."

"The child is innocent!"

I broke down, my tears flowing freely. Carrying a child for seven months, I felt utterly powerless in the face of this cruel mother and son.

My mother-in-law spoke coldly, her words like daggers. "Maximilian, don't let this slut deceive you."

"Like mother, like daughter. I suspect you're not even your father’s son. Perhaps your mother was out there sleeping with other men, giving birth to a bastard who inherited her nature."

Maximilian laughed coldly. "Margaret, when you were out there sleeping with other men and having fun, did you ever think about this day?"

"I'm not afraid to admit it. I’ve already found another woman."

"Since you, this useless hen, can’t lay eggs, I’ll carry on the family line with her."

"The child is my life."

"But it definitely can’t be some other man’s bastard."

Finally, my mother-in-law turned and headed for the kitchen. She grabbed a kitchen knife, her voice cold as ice. "Son, take the bastard out of her belly."

"Let’s see what this bastard looks like."

I was in despair, struggling and pleading for mercy.

Maximilian’s family had become obsessed with the idea of a child. They had dreamed of having one. When I became pregnant, the entire family treated me like royalty, showering me with care and warmth. They had already planned a life of wealth and honor for the child.

But when Maximilian learned of his infertility, he lost his mind.

After a brief hesitation, Maximilian, with a devilish smile on his face, grabbed the knife, ready to cut me open and take the child.

"Ahhh!"

Just as Maximilian, urged by my mother-in-law, prepared to make the incision, I let out a bone-chilling scream, one filled with agony that seemed to pierce my very soul.

I felt something slipping from my abdomen.

As a mother-to-be, how could I not recognize it? It was my child.

This evil mother and son had tortured the baby to the point of miscarriage.

Both Maximilian and my mother-in-law saw the child slipping out of me.

"This is karma!"

"Margaret, even heaven couldn't stand it anymore. No need for me to lay a hand on you; this bastard came out on its own."

I lay there, drenched in blood, my life slipping away, as I heard their triumphant laughter.

Maximilian looked down at the child on the floor and sighed, a trace of disdain in his voice. "What a pity, it’s not my child."

In my terrified, despairing gaze, I saw him, this madman, slowly bend down and pick up the child, lifting it high above his head as if it were nothing more than an object.

My mother-in-law’s voice echoed with approval. "Maximilian, do it!" she cheered.

"Let’s take this bastard right in front of Margaret and smash it to death."

"Let her see, this is the consequence of deceiving the Harrington Family!"

Just as Maximilian was about to act, the sharp ring of his phone interrupted the moment.

Frowning, he held the child with one hand and answered the phone with the other, his face darkening.

In the quiet bathroom, the voice on the other end of the line rang clear.

"Is this Maximilian? Mr. Harrington?"

"Hello, I’m Dr. Walter from the hospital. I just wanted to inform you that today, you received the wrong test report. There is absolutely nothing wrong with your body."

"You can conceive!"