Chapter 492
Madeline:
When I reached the hospital, I was told Graham was already there. My suspicion felt justified. He had come to see Yuvonne.
One thought kept circling in my mind. He must be here to blackmail her or threaten her.
Knowing Graham, he would never tolerate anyone questioning his character or spreading news against him. He would not let such a person live peacefully.
But when I reached the door and heard him speaking to Yuvonne, I froze.
His voice held warmth. There was affection. There was guilt.
He promised her he would withdraw the case against her. He even said he was doing it for my sake.
That unsettled me.
Was he really trying to redeem himself? He could have used this case to force anything from us. In Yuvonne’s condition, he knew I would have given in to protect her.
But he did not demand anything.
Maybe he knew he would not gain anything in the end. Or maybe, because he was about to become a father, he truly wanted to fix things.
I could not understand.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
When Graham turned and saw me, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. He seemed restless.
“I was worried,” he said quickly. “When I found out Yuvonne–she tried to harm herself.”
He shook his head and looked back at her.
“Explain to her that life is not thrown away over such small things,” he scolded.
Yet even in his scolding, there was softness.
I hurried to Yuvonne’s bedside. She grabbed my stomach and broke down, crying into me.
I stroked her hair.
“There is no need to cry now,” I whispered. “Everything will be fine.”
Graham stepped closer and spoke again.
“The case against you will be dismissed. The restrictions on you will be lifted as well.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. The moment he did, Yuvonne pulled her legs back instinctively.
His reputation had already suffered. And after what he had done before, after the way he had blackmailed me, I understood why she recoiled. 2
She had lost her child out of fear that he would destroy her life.
“Yuvonne, everything will be fine,” Graham said gently. “If the Moon God wills it, I mean the Moon Goddess wills it, you will have another child.”
As he said that, I gently removed Yuvonne’s hands from my waist and knelt in front of her. I cupped her face and looked into her eyes.
“Did you hear that?” I said softly. “All the cases will end. Everything will be fine. Why would you want to end yourself?”
She closed her eyes. It was as if she did not want to see anyone.
She kept crying silently.
“Will you really withdraw all the cases?” I asked Graham.
He nodded confidently.
“There may be some complications with Ron’s case,” he added. “I am not sure what his lawyer is doing. If you want, I can speak to mine and refer him.”
Yuvonne suddenly hugged me again. Her nails dug into my back.
“There is no need,” I said firmly. “I will speak to his lawyer myself. But thank you for withdrawing Yuvonne’s case.”
I thanked him because in the moment, only Yuvonne mattered to me.
“Take care of yourself,” Graham said before leaving. “And Yuvonne, remove every kind of fear from your heart.”
He walked out.
I gently freed myself from Yuvonne’s grip and sat in front of her, holding both her hands.
She looked at me and burst into tears again.
Then I understood something.
The accusation of suicide did not feel right.
The first thing she had said when she regained consciousness was about her child.
“My baby is gone, Madeline,” she cried. “My baby is gone.”
She clung to me again.
My heart ached,
Maybe she had slipped. Maybe it had not been suicide at all. But rumors were already spreading around her.
Now I had to protect her mental health. I was afraid of what those whispers could do to her.
After letting Yuvonne cry for a while, I gently guided her toward the washroom so she could wash her face.
I had already decided I would stay the night with her. a
That decision hardened when she suddenly came out of the bathroom smiling. She held out her empty palm toward me.
“Look,” she said.
The way she hurried toward me made my heart race. I grabbed her arm and sat her down on the bed.
Her face was still wet, as if she had rushed out the moment she splashed water on it.
“What is this?” I asked, staring at her empty hand. “What are you talking about?”
“Look,” Yuvonne insisted, pointing at her palm. “The pregnancy test. I’m pregnant.”
My heart nearly stopped.
“Now we’ll have our baby,” she went on excitedly. “Mine and Ron’s baby. You know, since childhood I used to imagine what kind of mother I’d be. I’ll be a good mother. Like you.”
She spoke in one breath, her voice filled with excitement.
But she was speaking about things that were not there. My fear began to grow.
“Doctor,” I shouted. “Doctor, please come quickly.”
The smile faded from her face.
“Why are you calling the doctor?” she asked anxiously. “The baby is fine. I haven’t fallen again. I’m completely fine.”
She was smiling, but tears streamed down her face.
Seeing her like that, my own tears would not stop.
“Doctor, something is wrong,” I told them as they rushed in.
The doctors and nurses entered and gently moved me aside. They tried to calm Yuvonne down.
Eventually, they had to give her a sedative to settle her.
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