23 A hoax (1/2)

The other ladies quickly went to hold her when she collapsed on the ground. ”Grace, what happened?”

”Sister Grace, What's wrong? Are you dizzy? Why are you trembling?”

”Grace, can you tell us what happened?”

Grace Wells eyes were widened in horrid and stammered, ”She… She is… She is alive. She will snatch everything back... How can she be alive?...”

Her trembling hand was pointing towards the entrance but there was no 'She' because all were moving out or entering in.

Some ladies who heard, 'She will snatch everything back.' understood Grace had coveted something that doesn't belong to her. They just mocked her in their mind knowing she was only capable of that. Those ladies knew well to curry favor to use it in their favor when they knew Grace Wells was nothing but a bitch hiding it from the world.

A lady who noticed Grace's yellow dress staining in red panicked without understanding how that could happen, ”Grace, you are bleeding too much…”

Another one spoke, ”It can't be a menstrual cycle. Blood flow is a lot.”

Grace looked at the blood and held her stomach, ”My baby… My baby… I can't lose it, can't lose it.” Grace's fright due to what she saw was replaced with worry, panic thinking about losing the child.

She wanted that child at any cost. To keep her footing strong in the wealthy society and to get the title of Young madam Hays, Otherwise, Madam Hays who looks down on her family status and background will never let her son marry her. It was after two years she was able to conceive and her boyfriend finally got a chance to talk about them with more weight. She couldn't afford to lose the child at any cost.

She held the lady's arm next to her and demanded, ”Take me to the hospital now.”

The ladies around her quickly reacted and the mall help was also reached. Soon Grace Wells was sent to the hospital and her boyfriend was informed.

--- After an hour ---

Grace woke up and rubbed her eight weeks of pregnancy stomach, ”My baby?... My baby…” She started yelling, ”Doctor… Doctor… Doctor…”

Three entered inside the VIP ward hurriedly. ”Baby calm down, don't stress yourself.” A gentle voice tried to coax her.

Grace shrugged his hands away from her face and asked the doctors who were standing in front of her, ”My baby is fine right? Nothing can happen to my baby. Doctor, speak, how is my baby?”

The doctors looked at the handsome man who was worried about the lady and dejected about the unborn baby they lost. That man tried to break the news but he failed and nodded at the doctors.

Grace couldn't wait longer and scowled, ”Speak up damn it.”

Grace laughed hysterically, grabbing the vase from the side table and threw it on the doctor's head, losing all composure she maintained for the outer world.

'Crack.' The doctor hadn't expected that coming and winced in pain pressing his head.

Grace shouted in anger, ”How dare you kill my child?”