Chapter 231: You Are Too Tolerant

Whitney is sent into the operating room. Lawrence sits outside, even more anxious than Frances.

I am also nervous, hovering outside the operating room and praying that Whitney will be fine.

If I hurt an innocent little life, I will never forgive myself.

However, things go against my wish. When the doctor comes out, he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry, we’ve tried our best, but we lost the child. The patient’s ribs are also slightly fractured. She
needs a good rest. Most importantly, the patient has a history of mental illness. Such a big blow might
cause violent mood swings. You should keep an eye on her and call the doctor if there’s any problem.”

I feel painful in my heart.

It’s like I’ve lost my own child.

Lawrence goes into the ward in a daze, and I follow him.

Whitney is already awake. She sits on the hospital bed with dull eyes, which is rather distressing.

When she sees me, she suddenly gets angry. She grabs the cup on the bedside table and throws it at
me.

I don’t think the cup will hit my belly, so I don’t even dodge. I close my eyes and get ready to take
Whitney’s anger.

Anyway, I can’t get away with the loss of the baby. I have to bear her blame.

However, the cup doesn’t hit my head. And I hear Frances snort.

I open my eyes and see that he is standing in front of me. He has blocked the cup with his arm.



The cup falls onto the ground and breaks into pieces. I suddenly recall the time when Whitney
smashed my head with a bottle. I wonder if she knew about my relationship with Frances at that time.

“Are you an idiot? Why don’t you dodge?”

Frances turns around and questions me in a deep voice.

“It’s my fault, so she can vent her anger on me.” I say expressionlessly.

“She was trying to push you down the stairs. It’s not your fault! Jane, you are too tolerant!” Frances
frowns and says sternly to me.

I don’t want to argue with him and thus keep silent.

He will never understand how heartbreaking it is for a woman to lose her child.

Besides, I’m to blame for the loss of his child. He should have hated me. Why did he block that for me?

I don’t understand, and I don’t want to understand.

Whitney is trying to get out of the bed to beat me, but Lawrence stops her. After a while, he can hardly
hold her back, so we ask the doctor to give her a tranquilizer. Only then does she stop.

“I’m sorry.”

I say sincerely to her.

“Jane, you will pay for this.”

Whitney says weakly and then falls asleep.

However, the fierceness in her eyes still makes me shiver.



Whitney must hate me even deeper now. Perhaps she can’t wait to see my death.

For the sake of my child and myself, I should not stay with Frances anymore.

It’s impossible for me to run away from him. The only way I can think of is for him to drive me away.

Whitney was discharged from hospital after a few days. She returns to Frances’ house.

Although I feel guilty and sorry, I am also terrified when she is around. I’m afraid that she will suddenly
hurt me.

She is cold to me as if I don’t exist. However, I know her very well. It’s not her style.

There is only one reason for her to do so.

It’s the calm before the storm. She must be plotting something big.


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