Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband - Chapter 459
Chapter 459: Chapter 459: Unable to Bear, Going Crazy with Wine
Behind her, Baron Stuart’s gaze followed her constantly, and as he saw her raise the wine glass to drink, his heart tightened.
She wanted to create a scene, and he would join her, just hoping that it could make her feel better.
Another full glass down her throat, and as she reached for the third, someone took the wine glass from her hand, accompanied by the man’s distressed voice, “Don’t drink anymore.”
Emily Walker was already a little dizzy, and after two more glasses, she couldn’t help but become tipsy.
“What right do you have to stop me from drinking!?” Leaning on the alcohol, she vented all her grievances. Tears blurred her line of sight as she looked at the man in front of her, her voice choked up, “Why are you always so selfish… domineering, unreasonable… ”
“I just want to drink, do I not even have that right?!”
As Emily spoke, she tried to snatch the cup from his hand.
Baron Stuart was already a focal figure, and with her loud voice, she quickly attracted the surprised gazes of many people around them.
Her appearance pained him deeply, and he stretched out his hand to pull her swaying body towards him.
However, Emily, though tipsy, was still conscious.
The moment she felt his touch, she immediately avoided it, “Don’t touch me… I dislike you… I dislike your ruthlessness… yet, I can’t hate you… ooh…”
As she spoke, Emily began to cry, not caring about the gazes of others in the Grand Hall. Perhaps they thought she was having a drunken episode, but she was truly exhausted, in pain, and helpless…
“Emily…” Tears, like a ruthless blade, were digging into his heart, causing him excruciating pain.
“Don’t touch me!” Seeing his extended hand, Emily evaded once again, “The child is gone… my child is gone!”
Looking at the man in front of her, recalling his coldness and ruthlessness at that time, her heart was also in unbearable pain.
“How could you be so ruthless… Why didn’t you save our child… you don’t know how much I was looking forward to his arrival… the doctor said he was fully developed, a boy… but why didn’t you save him… why?!”
Her words, each one piercing him harshly, with the loss of the child, he was also in great pain, full of self-blame. In this lifetime, he had never lost so miserably, losing his own child and almost losing her.
During this period, Baron Stuart was also suffering, as his inner guilt was known only to himself.
However, he was not a person to dwell on the past; what was lost was lost, and a single heartache could not restore everything.
At this time, Clayton Howard had already returned to the Grand Hall and was also shocked by the sight of the Young Madam.
“I didn’t refuse to save him.” Baron Stuart looked at her, his ink-jade-like eyes gradually filling with a touch of pain.
“You did!” Emily cried, her tears flowing more fiercely, “You said it yourself, to push us down, whatever you want!”
That sentence kept resurfacing in her mind, torturing her every night.
Baron Stuart’s deep concern, perhaps understood only by Clayton Howard, prompted him to speak, “Young Madam, the Young Master didn’t—”
“Don’t talk!” Clayton Howard hadn’t even spoken yet when Emily interrupted him, “You are his man, and you will side with him in everything…”
Looking at her tearful and pitiful face, Baron Stuart’s heart felt as if it was being tightly held by something, suffocating him.
“Let’s talk about this when we get home.” Walking over, wanting to carry her, but Emily was as if sensing it beforehand and retreated a few steps back.
