Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 6 The Baby

Chapter 6 The Baby

People rushed out of the club, making it a chaos.

An ambulance quickly arrived.

Eleanor finally let the doctor take away Anastasia and stood up. She rushed towards the car, picked up

a nearby brick, and fiercely smashed Beatrice's car window.

Beatrice seemed frightened and trembled uncontrollably.

The car window shattered, so Eleanor opened the car door from the inside and grabbed Beatrice by the

hair, pulling her out of the car. She forcefully kicked her and followed it up with a slap.

"Smack!" The sound of the slap was crisp and loud, shocking everyone present.

Eleanor tore at Beatrice's hair, seething with anger.

"Do you know who she is? How dare you harm her..."

Beatrice's face was pale as she regained her senses. She pushed Eleanor away and threw herself into

Christian's arms, crying in terror.

"I didn't mean to, Christian! It was too dark, and I didn't see she was there..."

Christian furrowed his brow and watched the chaotic scene with a gloomy face.

As he came out, he witnessed the medical staff lifting a stretcher onto the ambulance.

When he saw the dark red puddle on the ground, he felt panic and that something bad had happened.

Eleanor coldly watched the guilty couple as her hatred grew.

"Christian, Beatrice, you will pay for this with your lives!"

After the curse, Eleanor jumped into the ambulance and left with Anastasia.

Christian felt unusually uneasy and wanted to go after them, but Beatrice clung tightly to him, not letting

go.

"Help me, Christian. I really didn't mean to..." Beatrice pleaded desperately.

Christian's brow furrowed with coldness as he pushed her away.

"What exactly happened?"

Beatrice cried pitifully, clutching onto his clothes.

"I just returned and haven't adapted to driving rules here. And it was so dark that I didn't see someone

standing there. Christian, Charlie can't be without a mother..."

Christian's expression softened slightly at the mention of Charlie, and he tried to get back his

composure.

He remained silent for a few seconds before patting her shoulder and comforting her.

"I understand. I will have my lawyer help you. Everything will be fine."

Beatrice cried and laughed with relief, embracing him once again.

"Thank you, Christian. I knew you wouldn't abandon Charlie and me."

The restlessness remained. He immediately called Brian.

The police arrived quickly, and Brian and the lawyer arrived soon after.

After gathering evidence, the police asked Beatrice, "Do you know the person who was hit?"

Beatrice weakly leaned against Christian's chest, shocked and bewildered, shaking her head.

"It was too dark. I couldn't see anything clearly."

After they finished questioning her, Christian instructed Brian.

"Negotiate with them for any amount of compensation. Minimize the impact of this incident."

Brian nodded and went with the lawyer to accompany Beatrice to the police station.

Inside the hospital.

The doctor came out of the operating room with a grim expression.

"We couldn't save the baby. Please have the family of the patient come."

Eleanor stood at the door in shock. She took out her phone, crying as she spoke.

"Mr. Baxter Graves, Anastasia has been in an accident..." Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

In the early morning of the next day, Brian and the lawyer obtained Beatrice's release from the police

station and took her to Christian's place.

Then the police and Brian went to the hospital to discuss compensation matters.

However, only Eleanor and the lawyer were waiting when they arrived at the hospital.

Brian found Eleanor somewhat familiar but couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

The police approached for questioning.

"What is your relationship to the injured person?" the officer asked.

"A friend," Eleanor replied.

"What is the name of the injured person?"

"Anastasia Graves."

As soon as Eleanor spoke, Brian's face changed as he stared at her in shock.

Eleanor looked at Brian with a cold smile, then threw the surgical examination report to him.

"You want to negotiate? Ask Christian how to settle the debt that Beatrice, that wretched woman, has

caused by killing Anastasia and his baby. How should we account for it?" Eleanor said.

Brian hastily picked up the report, and his face turned pale.

He didn't say a word, immediately turned around, and made a phone call to report the situation.

Anastasia was pregnant, but none of them knew!

The victim was Anastasia, and on top of that, the baby was gone. This made the situation even more

complicated!

However, when he tried calling, there was no answer at all.

Two words echoed in his mind. "It's over!"

Christian put his phone on silent mode as he accompanied Charlie to sleep.

Beatrice intermittently cried throughout the night. Christian couldn't leave right away, so he stayed until

dawn.

When Brian finally reached Christian the next day at noon.

Christian's voice sounded tired and hoarse and was even with a hint of impatience.

"Has it been resolved?"

Brian hesitated for a moment and replied, "The victim won't come forward, so we can't negotiate

compensation."

"And what about the person? Is it serious? Offer more money."

Christian's voice turned cold and grave.

Brian paused momentarily. "Mr. Patterson, the victim was Mrs. Patterson, and..."

He took a deep breath, then continued.

"Mrs. Patterson was pregnant, just one month along, and now the baby is gone!"

Silence enveloped the call.

Christian remained silent for a few moments and spoke up with a cold voice.

"What did you say? How could it be her?"

Finally, he understood why he felt so restless last night.

The overwhelming unease that had been brewing within him could no longer be contained at this

moment. It surged forth, disrupting all of his rationality. In an instant, it threw him into chaos.

One month pregnant, and now it was gone.

He finally experienced the piercing sensation of a sharp blade slashing through his heart.

It left him in excruciating pain.

He dropped the phone and headed straight to the hospital.

However, upon arriving, he couldn't find her.

His chilling aura was impossible to ignore.

"Where is she?"

Brian hesitated briefly, looking at Eleanor and the lawyer sitting beside him.

Eleanor turned cold and sharp when she saw him.

"She just had surgery and doesn't want to see you. Mr. Patterson, it's a pity your baby is gone."

Christian's face turned cold and gloomy, with a storm in his deep eyes.

Eleanor continued to stab at his heart.

"It doesn't matter. Your illegitimate child has already grown up. I suppose you don't care about the one

Anastasia was carrying. Congratulations, you're completely liberated from this marriage."

Christian was lost in a trance. He asked again with a hoarse voice.

"Where is Anastasia?"

For some reason, amidst the panic, he felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

He didn't have high expectations for the baby with Anastasia. But upon hearing the news that it was

gone, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pain.

His baby was gone. And ironically, last night, he was comforting the culprit and taking care of someone

else's child.

The belated and blunt pain overwhelmed him.

His fists clenched tight, and his body tensed up.

When Anastasia's cold gaze once again appeared in his mind, his heart constricted, hurting intensely.

Eleanor took a document from the lawyer's hand and threw it directly at him.

She smirked.

"This is the divorce agreement. If you don't sign it, we will sue Beatrice for intentional murder, and she

will sit in jail for the rest of her life!"