Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Alright, Mr. Sherwood."

Suddenly, Millie turned pale, clutching her stomach, "Ow... my stomach hurts so much..." Murray remained expressionless.

He didn't move, and Sadie didn't dare to either.

By now, Millie had slumped to the floor, cold sweat beginning to form on her forehead.

She reached out, desperately grabbing at the man's trouser leg, her eyes pleading, "Murray, please save me, save our baby. My stomach... it's killing me..."

Sadie couldn't stand it any longer, "Mr. Sherwood, Ms. Millie doesn't seem to be faking it..."

The cold sweat had soaked her thin nightgown, and Millie's face twisted in agony.

Murray dropped a "Deal with it" and left.

Sadie felt like the unluckiest person in the world!

The life of a working stiff is just damn hard!

...

At four in the morning, an ambulance took Millie from the mansion.

The hospital they sent her to was the same one where Beverley was staying.

Beverley woke up to a call from Sadie, talking about a huge fight at the house between Millie and Murray; Murray wanted her gone, but she refused to leave.

It seemed pretty serious this time.

Beverley, concerned for the child, immediately went to Millie's hospital room.

As she approached the door, she heard a scream like a pig being slaughtered-

"Doctor, please! I'm begging you! You must save my baby!"

"I can't live without them; they're my whole world!"

The doctor tried to calm her, "Please, stay calm, Madam! Take deep

breaths, settle down. Being this

agitated isn't good for you or then et

baby. The most important thing now is to relax, then we can discuss treatment..."

Millie wasn't listening, gripping the doctor's hand, "Doctor, tell me the truth, is my baby okay? Are they stil there? M baby has to be okay,

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right? Why aren't you speaking?

Can't your hospital save people?

My husband is rich! Very rich! Please, save my baby, whatever the cost, he can afford it! Please..."

Beverley, noticing her frantic state as the doctor tried to speak but was constantly interrupted, feared that the baby might get overlooked in all the chaos.

With that thought, Beverley stepped forward and slapped her across the face.

"Have you lost your mind?"

But instead of calming Millie, the slap only made her more hysterical, "You hit me? By what right? Beverley, you witch! It's all your fault, why else would I be in the hospital?" Beverley retorted, "So what if I hit you? If it weren't for the fact you're pregnant, I'd slap you more!"

"Idiot, didn't you hear the doctor telling you to calm down? How much longer are you going to make a scene? Do you really want to lose the baby before you're happy?" Beverley was getting a headache again.

Wondering what bad luck had brought her to deal with such a brainless person.

She was courting disaster, but she better not drag her grandchild down with her!

Millie, in a state of extreme anxiety and panic, wasn't listening to a word, "If the baby is gone, it's all your fault!"

"If you hadn't forced me to learn this

and that, how would I have argued with Murray? If I hadn't argued with him, how could I have ended up... in the hospital? Don't I want to take good care of myself?"