Chasing His Runaway Wife

Chapter 106

When Tabitha opened her eyes, she saw Malcolm sitting by the bedside in a white anti–bacterial suit.

His face was covered with stubble, his lips were cracked, and his hair was disheveled, looking

somewhat scruffy.

Tabitha had never seen him in such a miserable state. It seemed that he had not properly washed up

well for days.

But then she thought of something and put her hand slowly on her belly, her eyes vacant.

Malcolm said with a face of surprise and joy, “Tabitha, you are finally awake! How are you feeling right

now?”

Tabitha looked at him calmly and said, “My tummy hurts a little bit.”

She was in poor health. Although she had been lying there for three days, she still felt cold and sharp

pains in her stomach. However, she was too tired to even furrow a brow. Her voice also became

hoarse.

Malcolm froze.

Before the miscarriage, Tabitha had been impatient with him to the extent that she almost fought with

him. He was surprised to see that she had become gentle after waking up.

He asked tentatively, “Is it very painful? Shall I call Dr. Tomlinson to take a look?”

“Sure. Thank you,” Tabitha replied.

A faint smile curved Tabitha’s mouth. Although her smile was faint, Malcolm still noticed it. His fingertips

trembled. He did not know what he was afraid of. Subconsciously, he stood up and said, “I’ll go call Dr.

Tomlinson.”

His injuries were more severe than before. He walked very slowly. Coupled with the large anti–bacterial

suit, he looked discomfited and ridiculous.

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Tabitha lay in bed quietly. When she saw the scene out of the corner of her eye, she did not even dare

to blink.

She closed her eyes to resist the twisting pain in her stomach.

She was really in pain.

Since marrying Malcolm, she had received nothing but his apathy, coldness, and reproach.

But when she found she was pregnant, she was grateful for the arrival of the baby.

If she had to endure the cruelty in order to live a good life, she would do

that.

But why was life so cruel to her?

She had already lost her parents and grandfather. Why did it take away her baby, too?

All her perseverance now seemed like a joke.

Therefore, she decided to let go.

Apart from letting go of Naomi, she did not want to fight for anything

anymore.

Malcolm called Dylan, but Tabitha was still lying in bed quietly and let Dylan examine her.

Whatever question Dylan asked her, she would answer calmly and react like a normal person.

However, Malcolm somehow felt something was off with Tabitha.

But he couldn’t figure it out at the moment, so he had no choice but to rein back his curiosity and wait

for Dylan to finish his examination conscientiously.

After Dylan finished the examination, he said to Malcolm with a smile,

“Congratulations. Mrs. Sinclair’s body functions are slowly recovering. She can be transferred back to

the general ward in two days.”

He added, “However, Mrs. Sinclair is still very weak. She must take good care of herself. There can be

no more mistakes.”

Malcolm thanked Dylan repeatedly.

When Emmanuel learned that Tabitha had awakened, the tension in hist body finally relaxed.

“Thankfully, she is all right.

“The worst is over. It’s time to take care of that sucker,’ thought Emmanuel.

He went up to the hospital rooftop and gave Naomi a call, saying, “Meet me at the top floor.”

Naomi had been keeping an eye on Tabitha’s situation. Knowing the latter had awakened, she received

Emmanuel’s call before she could come out of regret and anger.

Listening to his emotionless tone, Naomi felt a little scared, then bit the bullet and went to the rooftop.

Emmanuel was standing on the edge of the rooftop with his back to her.

Beside him stood a man in a black suit whom Naomi had seen before. His name was Douglas Lynch.

He was Emmanuel’s trusted subordinate, and his methods were ruthless and brutal.

Naomi called out lowly, “Mr. Sinclair.”

Emmanuel looked back at her and said, “Come here.”

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Emmanuel reached out and made a sign. Suddenly, Douglas stretched out his hand and grabbed

Naomi’s neck forcefully, then pressed her against the railing beside the rooftop.

Naomi was out of spirits. “Mr. Sinclair, what did I do wrong?” she asked frightenedly.

Emmanuel turned to look at her indifferently and said, “You like to throw yourself down the stairs so

much. I’ll let you experience the feeling of falling from a great height today. How about that?”

Hearing Emmanuel’s calm and gentle tone, Naomi felt a chill rushing from the bottom of his feet to the

top of his head. Her voice even changed in horror.

She tried to fathom the meaning of Emmanuel’s words, saying, “Mr. Sinclair, I have no choice. I swear

to you. I really didn’t touch Tabitha when I fell down the stairs… Her miscarriage has nothing to do with

me.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you have touched her or not.“–Emmanuel gently touched the glove on his left

little finger with his right hand and tilted his head, his tone lazy but dangerous. “What matters is that I

don’t tolerate disobedient people, especially women who like to act on their own initiative.”

As soon as he raised his hand, Douglas grabbed her neck even harder. Naomi felt like she was going

to crumble. Frightened, she hastily made an

excuse.

“Mr. Sinclair, I consulted you about this. Are you mad because you feel sad about Tabitha’s

miscarriage? You’ve been planning for so many years with hardship. Are you going to give up

everything for a woman?” Naomi asked.

“How dare you!” Emmanuel narrowed his eyes menacingly. “How dare you take the liberty of

speculating on my intentions? Do you want to die because you think the world is bad?”

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