The next morning, Susie woke up, not seeing Lawrence, and felt a pang of confusion.
Maybe last night was just a hallucination. He wasn't there.
At that moment, the door opened, and Lawrence walked in with a pot of soup. His clothes were unchanged, his beard unshaven, and his hair disheveled. He looked a bit ragged.
Seeing her awake, his handsome face lit up with joy as he walked over.
"I made some chicken soup for you. Drink some to warm up."
Susie looked away, pretending not to see him, her face cold.
Lawrence didn't mind, knowing she was angry. He placed the pot on the bedside table, poured a bowl of soup, blew on it to cool it down, and sat by the bed to feed her.
"Slow down, be careful, it's hot."
Susie, not appreciative, swatted the bowl away, spilling the soup all over Lawrence.
Lawrence winced from the burn, but he didn't rush to wipe the soup off. He looked at her with a bit of helplessness.
"Susie, the doctor said chicken soup is good for your recovery. You need to get better, don't let yourself suffer."
If she didn't recover well, she could end up with lasting health issues.
Susie glared at him coldly.
"Lawrence, I don't need you to show fake concern here. Whether I'm well or not has nothing to do with you. You didn't want me to have your child anyway. Now that the baby is gone, you should be happy. Morris Inc. is also ruined. Next is our divorce. Bring the papers, and I'll sign them. You don't have to worry about me refusing and trying to please me here."
Her words stabbed at Lawrence's heart, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes, but his face remained impassive.
He spoke harshly, "Your body is yours. If you don't care, at least think about your parents. Your dad is waiting for you to take care of him!"
Susie was momentarily stunned, a sarcastic smile curling her lips. "Isn't this what you, Mr. Sutton, have always hoped for?"
Lawrence looked at her, realizing she wasn't in a state to listen to reason, and sighed.
He took another bowl and was about to pour more soup, but Susie threw the entire pot across the room, spilling the soup everywhere.
"Get out!"
Susie lay down, pulling the covers over her head.
Lawrence's throat tightened, watching her curled up under the covers, his heart heavy.
"Calm down and stop hurting yourself."
He grabbed a broom and cleaned up the mess before leaving the room.
Susie's eyes were wet as she lay under the covers, biting her hand to stifle her sobs.
Her trembling figure made the man outside feel equally pained.
Lawrence didn't know what to do. He rubbed his head fiercely and decided to inform Lorraine, asking her to come and stay with Susie.
When Lorraine found out her daughter was in the hospital, she was on her way to their home. She turned around immediately and rushed to the hospital.
Seeing Susie curled up in bed, occasionally sniffing softly, her heart ached.
"Susie, Lawrence said you had a miscarriage. I made some soup for you. Get up and drink it."
A few days ago, Lorraine had found out that her daughter was finally pregnant. She was so happy that she wanted to throw a banquet to celebrate and share the joy with everyone. But within a few days, Susie had lost the baby.
Lorraine dabbed at the corners of her eyes, holding back her sorrow, and gently coaxed her daughter lying in bed.
"Susie, this child wasn't meant to be. Don't be too sad. Take good care of yourself. You and Lawrence will have more children in the future. If you keep being this upset, how can we not worry ourselves sick? Come on, get up and have some chicken soup."
Suppressing her own grief, Lorraine patted the blanket, hoping her daughter would come to terms with the loss.
"Mom..."
Susie got up and threw herself into Lorraine's arms, holding her tightly and burying her face in her shoulder, crying bitterly.
"My daughter!" Lorraine, heartbroken, held her tightly, patting her back gently.
"I know you're hurting and that you loved this baby. Have a good cry, but then you have to stop. Not taking care of yourself after a miscarriage can leave lasting health issues. Crying too much is bad for your eyes too."
"Mom, I can't stop crying," Susie sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.
She felt so miserable.
If she hadn't chased after that woman, maybe her baby wouldn't have been in danger.
It was her fault for not protecting her baby!
Lawrence stood at the door, leaning against the wall, his eyes red and distant, lost in thought.
Shawn parked his car and hurried over, running up to the entrance.
He glanced at the disheveled man standing at the door and then anxiously looked inside.
"How is Susie?"
