Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 232: May Morgan’s Miscarriage

After drinking, May Morgan felt dazed and went back to lie on the bed, but she had only been lying there for a short while before she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

The pain in her lower abdomen grew more intense, and May’s face turned pale as she quickly pressed the button beside her, calling the maid in.

The maid was also frightened at the sight of her condition and quickly got several people to carry her to the hospital.

As they passed the first floor, May caught sight of Maxwell Vance looking at her with a malicious expression, and it seemed there was a cold smile on the corner of his lips.

In that instant, May suddenly realized something.

She wanted to struggle to grab Maxwell’s collar and question her, asking if she had drugged her, but the pain in her stomach was too intense for her to do anything.

The maid quickly took May to a nearby hospital, and after an examination, the doctor discovered that May had taken a medication that induced contractions, which caused signs of miscarriage. The dosage was too high, and it was impossible to save the child in her womb.

The child was already more than two months old and had taken shape. When May was brought to the operating table, she clutched the doctor’s hand, begging them to save her child. She was very attached to the child and didn’t want to lose her.

But May was undergoing a medication-induced abortion. Even if the child could be saved, there was a high risk of deformity in the future. Moreover, by the time she arrived at the hospital, a large amount of clotted blood had already flowed from her lower body, making it almost impossible to save the child.

Seeing May crying, the doctor kindly comforted her, telling her that she was still young and would have more children in the future, urging her to not think too much and to get through this first.

Miscarriages are very dangerous, and if mishandled, the pregnant woman could become too emotionally distressed, leading to hemorrhage, and there was even a chance of infertility in the future.

However, May was extremely agitated and couldn’t cooperate, leaving the doctor with no choice but to administer a sedative to make May sleep before they could proceed smoothly with the operation.

While May was unconscious, she had a dream. She dreamt of an adorable child babbling while crawling toward her. Seeing the child, she immediately knew it was hers, and she excitedly reached out, wanting to hold the child in her arms.

But just a step away, someone suddenly grabbed the child’s neck and lifted it into mid-air. The woman who had her hand on the child’s neck was Maxwell Vance.

Maxwell’s face was twisted as she looked at May with a cold smile, her hand squeezing the child’s neck tighter and tighter without mercy. May was terrified, wanting to rush forward to save the child, but she was firmly held in place by another pair of hands.

The strength and familiarity of the hands that held her were such that she didn’t even need to look back to know who it was.

"Ah!"

Releasing a desperate scream in her heart, May suddenly opened her eyes, finding her body soaked in sweat.

"May, you’re awake?" Beside her, Vincent Vance asked quickly, looking at her with a haggard face.

May looked at Vincent as if he were a monster, probably because she hadn’t completely come out of that nightmare. When Vincent reached out to hold her hand to warm it in his palm, May pushed it away with disgust.

"Don’t touch me!" At that moment, May’s gaze toward Vincent was as if she were looking at an enemy.

"May, don’t be afraid, it’s me, Vincent!" Vincent, seeing May like this, knew she was somewhat distraught due to losing the child, quickly reached out to pull May into his arms, gently comforting her.

"It’s okay, May, I’m here by your side, don’t be afraid..." Vincent continued to gently soothe the agitated May until she became somewhat calmer.

May’s lower abdomen was now numb because the doctor had injected an anesthetic, but she knew in her heart that her child was gone.

Recalling Maxwell’s malicious look as she stared at her, May couldn’t help but clench her fists.

Maxwell was so wicked; how could she kill an innocent child like this?

"Vincent, our child is gone!" May wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, suddenly looked up at Vincent’s face, and said word by word.

A trace of sorrow flashed through Vincent’s eyes, and he sighed softly: "I know, it’s okay, we’ll have children in the future."

Hearing his tone, it seemed he didn’t want to pursue who killed their child, and May, not being foolish, could understand that it was likely because the perpetrator was Vincent’s sister, so he didn’t plan to investigate?

But Maxwell killed an innocent life, his own flesh and blood, and he could just brush it off like this?

He could let it go, but she couldn’t!

"I was drugged, and that’s why we couldn’t save our child!" May paused, then suddenly looked seriously at Vincent’s face, speaking emphatically.

Sure enough, after hearing May’s words, the initially unfocused look in Vincent’s eyes quickly revealed signs of evasion: "I’ll get to the bottom of this for you, trust me."

"No need to bother, just call the aunt who delivered my meal here, and I’ll ask her myself!" May never planned to leave this matter to Vincent. He would only swiftly eliminate the evidence and give ambiguous answers.

Now, she finally realized what it meant to say blood is thicker than water and that so-called love was all nonsense. In the entire Vance Family, only she, May, was the outsider.

But so what if she’s an outsider? Her child was killed so perfunctorily. Even though she had no power or influence, she would ensure justice was served.

Vincent lay May back on the bed and then reassured her: "You’ve just had surgery; how can you move? I’ve already had that aunt detained. I’ll go question her later, don’t worry, about the child, I’ll give you an explanation."

Perhaps fearing May’s relentless questioning, Vincent left with those words and attempted to leave. Afraid that once he left, everything would change, May hurriedly grabbed his clothes and questioned him urgently: "Vincent, if it was your sister who drugged me, what would you do?"

Vincent looked down at her hand grasping his sleeve, his words hesitant and evasive: "Aren’t you overthinking this? Maxwell may have a bad temper, but she wouldn’t do something so heinous, and besides, she’s pregnant too; she wouldn’t do something so shameless."

Yes, it was precisely because Maxwell was also pregnant that May found her actions even more unforgivable. As a soon-to-be mother, she should understand a mother’s heartache for her child, yet she could still harm May’s innocent child, which was simply appalling.