Charles' POV:

Alas, I could not get Scarlett to talk to me.

Disappointed, I walked out of the ward and met Spencer, David, and Icey, who came to meet Scarlett.

Icey walked into the ward to keep Scarlett company while the rest of us stood outside and talked.

"Charles, look at Scarlett. Do you even take care of her? Why does she keep growing weaker by the day?" Spencer complained.

David nodded in agreement.

"I think Spencer is right. You have to persuade Scarlett to forgive you this time. If you fail to do so, then your relationship is definitely doomed for good."

"Do you guys really think that I am not trying? I've tried everything. I have let her beat me to vent her anger, and I have also tried to tempt her with the kids, but she doesn't even want to budge. As long as she is willing to forgive me, I will even kneel before her and beg, but she just wants to take the kids and leave. What am I supposed to do?"

I held my head dejectedly, the feeling of powerlessness engulfing my heart.

Why did things become so miserable?

Perhaps, Tracy had been right, and if I had not let William take Scarlett away back then, then maybe things would not have come to such a complicated state.

For the sake of the children, she might not have focused on hating me. Perhaps, there would have been a chance for us to turn things around.

But unfortunately, I missed it.

"Charles, I have to remind you about one thing. If Scarlett continues to be so stressed, then it will only bring more harm to her than good."

My heart was a mess and I could not find a solution, so I fell silent.

"By the way, what happened to you that day? I heard that you used a knife?" Spencer asked in a cold voice.

Recalling that day, I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

I realized how crazy I must have been that day.

If I had been sane, I would not have done such a horrible thing to her.

I had asked her to kill herself, and I had told her that I had never loved her.

no wonder that she would not forgive me no matter how

eyes with a bitter smile to cover up the despair that was about to ooze

even going on between the

to answer his question, but there was one thought

I am not going

pressure her too much. Just take care of

"I will."

sneered, "Charles, remember what you said today. If Scarlett gets hurt again, then I will try my best to take her away

and hissed,

"We'll see about that."

like beasts, unwilling to give

was a kid, not to mention that I was his

enjoyed the overwhelming superiority, and soon

said, "And

the wall, shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly, "Spencer, just

"Fuck!"

wrinkled clothes and glared

away

that, I turned around and left.

love her at

right to judge

me should be aware of the consequences. I would not

Scarlett's POV:

as I lay in the

who was sitting beside me, was not worried at all. She held my hand intimately with a

to sort it out on their own.

a smile, I told myself not to be concerned with

three kids, and I

a while, but they hadn't

I don't know how I got pregnant. I remember that we always

"Perhaps, it was fated."

a poor quality," I denied with

Icey burst into laughter.

Moore is the kind of man who would

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