The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 181

Sebastian Simons closed his eyes painfully and leaned wearily against the office chair. His thoughts fell into chaos. He did not even notice that Abigail Tanner had entered the room.

"Do you really miss her that much? You'd rather look at her photo than to face me, a living person."

Sebastian slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently, "Get out."

"The more you asked me to leave, the more I won't! My patience is already at its limits. Even if you don't care about me, you should at least care about the baby in my belly. He is your child!"

Sebastian stood up mockingly and told her clearly, "The only person I care in this world is Yasmine. She is the only one qualified to bear my child."

Abigail was trembling in fury, but she still held her temper. Instead, she retorted sarcastically, "Even so, she couldn't bear one."

"Even if she can't, I would rather be childless than to have a child that was born from despicable means. Children take after their parents. Hence, when this child grows up, he will be despicable too. He would only stain the bloodlines of the Simons!"

Abigail was extremely furious. She pounced on Sebastian like a shrew and punched him. He didn't move at all until his cell phone rang in his pocket. Then he proceeded to answer-

chapter 181 "Hello, Leah... you miss me? Okay, I'll go over and keep you company..."

He said a few words briefly, then hung up the phone. He pushed Abigail away from him with disgust, turned around and left decisively.

Abigail fell to the ground with a flop and cried hysterically. This was far from the blissful fantasy that she had imagined. It was not the life she wanted at all. It was as if she was living in hell. This kind of

life was not what she wanted at all, but what Sebastian wanted instead. He wanted her to live in hell!

She couldn't suppress her anger. She then got up and rushed downstairs. She took out a bottle of whiskey from the bar and raised her head to chug it down. It felt great!

Madam Simons, who was making her way downstairs, happened to see Abigail chugging the alcohol defeatedly. She was shocked and rushed up to grab the bottle from her hand. She shouted angrily, "Are you crazy? How could you drink when you are pregnant? Do you want to kill yourself or the child?"

"Piss off. Your son doesn't even care about me. Why should you care about me then?"

"If it weren't for my grandson, I wouldn't have bothered to care about you!"

Abigail sneered, "You're finally telling the truth, aren't you? I know that you were just pretending to be good to me. You may seem to love me very much on the surface, but in fact, you're always cursing me in your heart!" "That's what you deserve. Look at yourself, which part of you is worthy of being cared about? You're like a shrew making trouble at home all day long. What else could you do apart from that?"

"Do you think I would act like this if your son had cared about me or treated me a little better?! It's easier said than done, you d*mned old bitch!"

Madam Simons' eyes were widened in shock. The next second, her face turned red from anger. "How... How dare you call me old b*tch... You're such a rude woman. You deserve to be ignored by a man. I wouldn't be surprised if my son thought that you were insufferable. If I were a man, I would hide away as far as I could when I see you! You're incomparable to Yasmine!"

Abigail would've calmed down if the conversation had ended before Madam Simon spoke. However, at the mention of Yasmine, she immediately lost her mind. Abigail pushed the old lady to the ground and glared at her. "Why did you ask her to divorce your son if she was so perfect then? Since you're not worried about ending the Simons' bloodline, then you should have let her stay, and everything would have been fine. Heh, from the looks of it, it seems like you're not destined to have any grandchildren!"

She threw the bottle on the ground and went upstairs madly. Madam Simons stared blankly at the shattered pieces on the ground. She was so angry that she fainted.

Abigail felt as if she was going crazy. She couldn't control her temper. She knew in her heart that she was never like this in the past. She did not realize when it was since that she had started behaving in this twisted way, up until the point where she didn't even know herself anymore.

That night, she burned everything that belonged to Yasmine, including her photos that were in Sebastian's study drawer and her clothes in the bedroom...

A malicious smile crept across her face the moment the flames rose. The anger that she had suppressed in her heart was finally vented out.

Sebastian came back from the company and went straight upstairs into the study in the evening. After a while, he came out of the study again and made his way downstairs. He immediately questioned Abigail, "Did you touch my drawer?"

Abigail calmly asked, "What do you mean?"

"The photos. Where are Yasmine's photos?"

Sebastian pinched her wrist with a sullen face. The cold light that was reflected from his eyes was like a sharp sword that could penetrate a person's heart.

"I've burned all of them."

Abigail answered nonchalantly, "I burned her stuff, including her clothes. Since she is no longer here, it's useless to keep these things in the house. We can never start a new life with these things."

Slap...

Sebastian slapped her hard in the face, and Abigail stumbled and fell to the ground. She sneered, "Don't slap me in the face. If you want to hit me, then hit my belly. Come on, hit my belly."

She knew how furious Sebastian was, but she still intentionally challenged his limits.

"Do you think I don't dare to do that?"

Sebastian gritted his teeth and squatted on the floor. One of his palms slowly clenched into a fist but he was stopped by his mother who had appeared just in time. "No—"

Madam Simons rushed in front of Abigail, and Titus Simons dragged his son forcefully into the study. "Let's go, we need to talk."

Closing the door to the study, Titus suddenly knelt down in front of his son. "I'm begging you, for the sake of the child, don't do that to her again... No matter how evil Abigail is, the child is innocent. Even if you can't accept it, you can't change the fact that the baby in her belly is your child. Just endure it for the time being, okay? After the child is born, you can do whatever you want. Your mother and I won't ask anything from you anymore..."

Sebastian stared at his father without a trace of warmth. He asked indifferently, "You used this method to force Yasmine to divorce me as well at that time, didn't you?"

Titus' eyes darkened. He didn't admit it nor deny it. Sebastian snorted, "I've never seen parents using such terrible ways to force their children to give in to their ridiculous demands. You are really

amazing."

"Your mother and I don't like Abigail either, but we have sacrificed so much. We just want the child to be born safely. We don't expect you to treat her well, at least don't provoke her anymore..."

Sebastian was silent for a long time. He then said coldly his father, "If you were in my shoes, would you be able to accept a woman who has ruined your life? Do you know what kind of trouble and hurt has she inflicted on me because she got pregnant?" NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"I know, Yasmine and you separated because of this matter," Titus said.

"It would be fine if it were only this, but I..."

Sebastian swallowed his words, veins throbbing on his forehead. He didn't see the need to explain too much to his father, who refused to understand him.

He turned around and walked out of the study. Abigail was holding a fruit knife in the living room, threatening to kill herself. Madam Simons and the servants paled in horror. They advised her to calm down and put the knife down, and that it would not do her any good if she harmed the child. Sebastian walked past her without even looking at her.

His action angered Abigail once again. She cried and said, "I'm not going to listen to anyone of you! I will only listen to Sebastian and him alone! I will take my life today!"

She raised the fruit knife and aimed it at her abdomen. When she was about to stab herself in the belly, the fruit knife fell to the ground with a snap. Sebastian, who had walked past her, turned back and asked coldly, "Are you done yet?"

Abigail had initially pretended to be suicidal so that she could attract Sebastian's attention. However, when she heard his words, she really wanted to die that instant. She bent down to pick up the fruit knife on the ground and aimed it at her wrist. She closed her eyes and slit her wrist hard.

However, Sebastian stopped her before the wound got any deeper. There was a thin cut on her wrist.

"If you want to die, why must you drag an innocent life down with you?"

"I have tried my best to be pregnant with your child because I want to live a good life with you. If I had known that you would be like this, why would I want to bear this child?"

Sebastian growled lowly, "It's impossible for us to go back to the past from the very beginning! Since you're already chosen this path, you are responsible for the baby in your belly. Hence, you must give birth to him even if it would cost you your life!"

Abigail raised her head in a daze. What did he mean? Was he indirectly saying that he had acknowledged this child?

She felt a surge of joy in her heart. She suddenly felt that there was finally a glimmer of light in the dark future. Sebastian had asked her to give birth to the child, which meant that he had accepted the child. If he accepted the child, he would have to accept her sooner or later.

That night, Abigail finally had a good sleep. In her dream, she saw Sebastian carrying a bouquet of roses to the maternity hospital to receive her and the child from the hospital. She snuggled in his arms and smiled sweetly...

The next morning, she left the house in high spirits and was ready to go to the hospital for a maternity check- up. She had been feeling depressed ever since she moved into the Simons family. She had not gone through any maternity check until now. On the way to the hospital, she patted her belly with a smile, "Baby, our good days are coming soon. I will check on you regularly in the future."

When she was in the obstetrics and gynaecology department, the nurses checked her urine, measured her blood pressure, and did an ultrasound. During the ultrasound process, she noticed

that the doctor's expression seemed to be a little solemn. She asked worriedly, "Is everything alright?"

The doctor whispered a few words to the other doctor beside him, and the other doctor got up and left. After a while, the obstetrician who was assigned to Abigail came in. Three of them stared at the display screen and whispered with each after. All of them had gloomy look on their faces. Abigail realized that the situation might not be optimistic. She asked urgently, "What's wrong with my child?"

The obstetrician took a deep breath and said with regret, "Your child is gone..."

"It's gone?" Abigail's vision blackened and she passed out.

When she woke up, she was still lying on the hospital bed. She suddenly ran to the gynaecology department like a lunatic and found the obstetrician who had done the tests for her. She asked, unhinged, "How could my child be gone? How could he be gone?!"