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###Chapter 138
Faced with the fiercely enraged Dawson, Jenna dared not say another word. Even Michael, grinding his teeth under the weight of Dawson’s burning red gaze and the bulging veins on his forehead, could only curse him once before pulling his wife away. “Take care of yourself.“S
Elise wept bitterly, her tears streaming like spring rain, refusing to leave. But this time, Dawson showed no mercy. He ordered his men to throw her out of the front gate.
The farce of their quarrel was finally over.
The house fell into a sudden, eerie silence–empty and hollow like a vast tomb.
Dawson drifted like a ghost through the rooms–bedroom, balcony, rooftop garden–calling out for Maxine, but she was nowhere to be found. She had disappeared from his world, leaving behind only disappointment.
He collapsed to his knees in despair.
Before, he had always felt annoyed by Maxine’s constant messages, while he was overseas, circling around the pregnant Elise, barely bothering to reply. When he did respond, it was just a few cold, perfunctory words.
But now, he longed desperately to hear her voice, to see her messages flood his phone screen. He would answer every single word, never letting one slip unanswered.
He opened his phone and tried calling–but all he got was a cold, mechanical busy tone.
“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off or out of service.”
He scrolled endlessly through their chat history, listening again to every voice message.
“Dawson, when will you be back from your trip? The house feels so empty. It thundered today–I was so scared.“}
How scared was Maxine, who hated thunderstorms, hiding alone in bed, waiting for him to come home and hold her?
That very night, he had booked out the Seven Stars Hot Springs Hotel, enjoying its natural waters with Elise.
“Dawson, if we have a baby, do you want a girl or a boy? I really want a girl. I’ll spoil her like a princess, the happiest little princess ever.“} But he didn’t want her child. He was with someone else, waiting for their bastard to be born in the delivery room.
“Max… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! It’s my fault. Come back please. We’ll have a little princess–lots of little princesses. I’ll build you a big castle to live in, where you and our daughter will be the happiest children in the world!”
He covered his face and kept kowtowing to the floor, tears mixed with blood streaming down his cheeks, but his regret could not be washed away.
Suddenly, an unknown call came through.
“Hello, is this Mr. Patterson? This is Yale New Haven Hospital. Your wife’s medical records and medication from a previous abortion were left behind, and we haven’t been able to reach her. Please come collect them when you can.“@
Dawson’s pupils contracted sharply. “What did you say?”
“Please come to pick up the abortion records and medication belonging to your wife.”
“Abortion?!“&
“Uh… weren’t you aware? Your wife was pregnant, but the doctors found the fetus was stillborn, so they performed an induced abortion…“} Suddenly, everything around Dawson went silent.”
His blood froze.
After a long moment, trembling as if shocked by an electric current, he managed to ask, voice cracking.
“When was this?”
“Four days ago.“}
Four days ago–the very day he forcibly brought Elijah home, lying to Maxine that he was an orphan he’d adopted.
That day, Maxine lost their child.
Yet he had only tormented her more cruelly, leaving her broken and battered.
Blood and tears poured from his eyes as Dawson collapsed to the floor, walling in anguish.N
They had had a child–one Maxine had begged for so many years, finally granted because of his negligence.§ But now, it was too late.
The hospital voice dropped to a whisper.
“Mr. Patterson, after much consideration, I’ve decided to tell you the truth.”
“Actually, your wife’s fetus was not dead. During the surgery, the baby’s heartbeat was still strong and healthy.” His phone nearly slipped from his grasp as he demanded urgently. “What?”
“The day before your wife’s procedure, I saw a woman hand a locked box to the doctor.“”
“She must have bribed him to tell your wife her fetus was dead.”
Dawson’s eyes turned bloodshot. With a roar filled with rage, he shouted, “Who was that damned woman?!“#
She had her face covered with a scarf. I couldn’t see clearly–only that she was young, with a good figure and a slightly husky voice.”
1:15 PM
Coldness filled Dawson’s gaze.§
After a cold “Thank you,” he dropped the phone into his palm.
His face darkened, and with a fierce glare, he called his trusted bodyguards.”
“Get me the hospital’s surveillance footage from that day!“}
He had a vague suspicion but refused to accept it outright.
Their child–healthy and perfectly fine–had been murdered.}
No matter who did it, he would make her pay the most excruciating price.
