David Benington seemed not to hear what the doctor was saying.
The words "miscarriage" kept echoing in his ears.
How could Annie Lawrence have a miscarriage?
Wasn’t she not pregnant?
Didn’t Garret Twain say that all her pregnancy test reports were fake?
She wasn’t even pregnant.
But if she wasn’t pregnant, why did she have a miscarriage?
At first, he thought she was faking it, so he didn’t take it seriously at all.
At that time, he even felt disgusted.
He thought she had lied to him again.
If he had taken her to the hospital at the first moment, if the time was just a little earlier, could they have saved their child?
At this moment, he was overwhelmed by a sense of guilt.
Because it was he who pushed Annie to the ground himself.
He looked up at the doctor, his face pale, his eyes filled with deep self-blame and guilt, his voice trembling a bit, "Doctor, are you sure, she really had a miscarriage?"
"Mr. David, we wouldn’t lie about such things." The doctor was a little unhappy about the questioning of their medical expertise, but he was polite out of respect for David’s status.
David closed his eyes, suddenly slammed his fist into the white wall.
The doctor jumped, "Mr. David..."
With a pained expression, David buried his face and said hoarsely, "Just go, I want to be alone for a while. Also, your hospital signed a confidentiality agreement, this can’t be leaked out, or else... "
"Mr. David, rest assured, we are professional."
The doctor soon left.
David stood alone in the hallway for more than ten minutes before he called Mrs. Benington.
After connecting, he called hoarsely, "Mom."
Mrs. Benington immediately sensed something was wrong by his voice and asked worriedly, "David, what happened?"
David closed his eyes in pain, "Annie is in the hospital."
Mrs. Benington was silent for a few seconds before asking in confusion, "Why is she in the hospital all of a sudden?"
"Didn’t you say she might be lying to me?" David, still immersed in the pain of losing his child, unleashed all his anger and resentment at Mrs. Benington, his tone cold. "So, I had someone investigate."
Mrs. Benington hesitated, "David... what happened exactly? Are you at the hospital now? Do you want your dad and me to come over?"
David ignored Mrs. Benington’s words. He clenched his phone, his cold voice filled with resentment, "Mom, did you arrange with the hospital in advance to lie and deceive the investigator I sent?"
"Just because you don’t want Annie to marry into the family, you arranged this trap? Now you’re satisfied, aren’t you? She had a miscarriage; there’s no child in her belly. Your goal is finally achieved."
"David, what are you talking about?" Mrs. Benington sounded shocked, "You mean, Annie Lawrence had a miscarriage?"
David sneered, "Yes, she had a miscarriage. Are you happy now?"
"What are you talking about? Why would her miscarriage make me happy? After all, the child she was carrying was my grandchild. I never thought she was really pregnant. How could that be... "
"Now you’re willing to admit that the child in her belly was your grandchild? Mom, let me tell you, you bear an inescapable responsibility for this child’s death."
"What responsibility could I have?" Mrs. Benington was getting angry with David’s tone and her voice turned cold too,