True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 253

As soon as Marry heard it, she froze and screamed frantically, "How dare you curse me?"

"Tch—" Grace sneered. "Curse you?"

Marry's face looked unnatural.

"What I meant was that whoever caused your miscarriage wouldn't be able to have a child of her own.

Since you accused me of cursing you to be childless, are you admitting that you deliberately caused

your own miscarriage?" she asked.

Marry panicked all of a sudden, "That's not what I meant!"

"There are witnesses here," Grace said forcefully. "What you just said was very ambiguous. I can't

control how you think, but my conscience is clear."

"It was you who harmed me."

"I've made it clear: If I ever harmed you, I'd be childless for the rest of my life." Grace stared sharply at

Marry. "Can you swear on that?"

Marry bit her lips, her first clenching. "You've gone too far."

"Ha." Grace smiled coldly. "Alex, let's go."

"Yes," Alex responded and led Grace to the elevator.

Marry's eyes turned red. She lowered her head and asked, "Simon, did you hearthat?"

"Yes I did," Simon answered flatly.

Marry felt a bit dejected upon hearing his dull voice. The last thing she wanted was for him to treat her

coldly.

Simon then pushed her into the examination room.

"Simon, hold on." Marry turned around stiffly and saw Simon's expressionless face.

Fear flashed in her eyes.

Simon lowered his gaze and looked into her eyes. He said in a low voice, "You caused the miscarriage,

didn't you?"

"Simon, I..."

"You caused your own miscarriage and blamed it on Grace. That's why you're so nervous. You're afraid

of being cursed."

"Simon, I didn't..." Marry denied again.

"It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not." Simon said flatly, "You're the one who got hurt, and

you're the one who'd feel it the most. That's your bloody own child. And you're using it to harm others?"

"Simon..." Marry paused again.

"You'll only hurt yourself in the end," Simon said, his expression cold. "You used our child as your

pawn. Do you think that I'd still have a child with you in the future?"

Marry's face was as white as a sheet.

Simon continued pushing her into the examination room.

"Simon."

"Stop talking," Simon said coldly. "I don't want to talk to you right now."

Feeling abashed, Marry fell silent.

While the doctor was examining Marry, Simon waited outside.

He heard the doctor's words to Marry, "Ms. Smith, your bleeding has stopped and we can remove the

gauze from your womb. However, the bleeding has caused the thinning of your uterus. I'm afraid that

it'll be difficult for you to get pregnant again."

"What do you mean?" Marry almost lost her voice.

"Please hear me out." The doctor continued, "Your uterus lining is very thin. What I mean is that it's

very likely that you won't be able to conceive anymore, probably for your whole life. But our bodies

work wonders, so perhaps it might get better as time goes by. However, you must not try to get

pregnant within three years. Otherwise, there's a high possibility that you may have a uterine rupture.

This can cause severe bleeding and is lifethreatening to you and your baby.

And three years later, if you wish to get pregnant, you'd have to undergo an examination first to ensure

your uterine lining is okay."

"How could this happen to me?" Marry asked, her voice horse.

The expression on her face was complicated.

"You've been kind of frail before and you had an accidental miscarriage. Getting agitated will only make

the bleeding worse. Given the constant damage to your uterus, it's not entirely impossible to reach that

stage," The doctor said.

"No! How is this possible?” Marry shouted, "How can I not be a mother?"

"I didn't mean that you can't be a mother. It's still possible," replied the doctor.

"Did Grace Smith instruct you to say that to me? What offer did she make to you to say that?!"

"These are all scientific facts. Feel free to have a second opinion elsewhere if you don't believe it," said

the doctor.

"No, I don't believe it." Marry shook her head vigorously, as if she was about to lose control of herself.

"Take some time to digest it. Don't be agitated. If not, you might lose that little hope you had," the

doctor advised again in a low voice.

Marry was speechless.

She lay on the examination table, not moving at all.

"Okay, you can put on your clothes now. The report will be ready soon. You can return to your room."

Still, Mary didn't make a move.

The doctor called out, "Anyone outside?"

Simon walked in from behind the curtain with a gloomy face.

"Take care of her health. No babies in three years," the doctor said to him.

"I heard it," Simon said.

The doctor was taken aback. He nodded and looked at Simon sympathetically. "Ah okay. I won't say

more. Try to keep yourself happy, it might help with your recovery," he said.

"Thank you," Simon expressed his gratitude.

"No thanks needed."

Simon picked up Marry from the bed, put her on the wheelchair, and pushed her back to the ward.

Along the way, Marry was in a daze, inextricably caught in despair.

Simon too, was in low spirits.

When they arrived at the ward,

Marry suddenly screamed, "It's all Grace's fault! Not only did she harm me, she even cursed me! It's all

her fault! How can she be so cruel?"

Simon stood in front of her and frowned.

And then, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

Marry was so shocked she couldn't move. She lifted her head in disbelief and looked at Simon.

Simon looked at her coldly with a deep gaze that she had never seen before.

Although looking at her, Marry could feel that his eyes were distant. She couldn't read his real

emotions.

She was terrified.

Her eyes turned red and soon filled with tears.

"Did you just hit me?" she asked.

"Stop blaming it on Grace," he said. "It's all your own doing."

Marry shook her head and denied, "No, it's all her fault." "Marry, stop it or I'll get a divorce," Simon said NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

in a low voice.

In shock, tears rolled down her cheeks.

She looked pitiful.

Not looking at her, Simon turned his face away in disgust.

He sat on the stool next to him and said, "Marry, you're in a mess. You've lost your usual calmness. I

thought it was just your insecurities, but it never even occurred to me that you'd sacrifice our unborn

child. I will not tolerate this. If you insist on standing your ground, our divorce is inevitable."

"No, your mom wouldn't agree." Marry responded.

"You're wrong," Simon said coldly, "It's my mom's fervent wish to have a grandchild. You're infertile

now. Do you think she would still put up with you?"