Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Chapter 50 Don’t Get a Divorce, Okay?

Baird held her hand. Tears were welling in his eyes. He said, “Don’t cry. The doctor says that you need

to take care of the baby. Joye, please don’t get a divorce, okay?”

"Not get a divorce? Do you think there is still a possibility of happiness between me and Shawn?"

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on her

pale face. There was Vivian, a child, and all kinds of distrust between them. How could she be happy?

Baird looked at her sadly.

Her retort made Baird swallow his words. He might be able to get Shawn to split up from Vivian, but

ultimately, Jasper was a part of the Richard family. Shawn could not pretend that he did not exist.

"Grandpa, in a marriage, it is not enough that I love him."

Joye bit her lip hard. She had liked Shawn since she was young. But she only just understood that he

did not love her. He could not give her happiness.

So she compromised. She didn't want to stubbornly hold on to a mistake and suffer her whole life in

misery.

"Girl, I've put you in a difficult position. But please trust me. Shawn just is not sure of how he feels. He

really does love you.”

"But I'm tired. Grandpa, please, may I rest?"

Seeing that she had turned her head away, Baird couldn't persuade her anymore. He sighed and

walked out of the ward with his crutch.

The only sound in the hospital was of the medical instruments whirring. Joye pulled her blanket up to

her head and began to cry.

Ever since Shawn reached for Vivian earlier when they fell down the stairs, she was unable to muster

up any energy. She knew that Shawn had picked Vivian. Even though she nearly lost her child, she

knew that was not worth mentioning to him.

Thinking of something, she pulled off her blanket. Her eyes were red, but she was awake.

Why did Vivian push her down the stairs, but also try to protect her baby? What did she have to gain by

protecting this baby?

In another ward, Vivian's face was pale and her arm was in a cast. Maisie and Xaria were there, too.

Dalton was crying and said, “Mom, I don’t want you to die.”

"Jasper, I'm fine. Look, I've only gained a little weight on my arm."

Vivian wanted to raise her arm, but she began to sweat. Xaria snorted coldly and said, “All of this is

Joye’s fault. She scared my grandson.”

"Dear, it's not necessarily Joye's fault."

After Maisie defended Joye, Xaria rolled her eyes. "If it wasn't her, who else could it be? Vivian, tell me,

what happened? How did Joye fall down the stairs?”

"Auntie, I took Jasper upstairs to avoid embarrassment, but I didn’t expect to see Joye there. She

suddenly grabbed my hand, but I don’t remember what happened. I tried to pull my arm away but I

couldn’t. Then, we both fell down the stairs. Is Joye okay?”

"Don't worry, Joye is fine. She needs to rest because she is pregnant.”

At the mention of Joye’s pregnancy, Xaria became less angry. After all, even though she hated Joye,

Joye was still carrying her grandchild.

"Mrs. Richard is pregnant?"

As if provoked by something, Vivian's lips trembled and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Uncle and Auntie, I didn't know that she was pregnant. This time, I brought Jasper back in

hopes that the child would have a father. I never thought about taking away someone else's happiness.

I did not want to take a child’s father away from him. I know that I’m not from a noble background and

that Mr. Richard doesn’t like me. I’m sorry, I will take Jasper away. We won’t come to look for Shawn

ever again.”

Vivian struggled to get up from the bed and she hurt her arm. She held her son’s hand and said,

“Jasper, be good. I’ll take you away. Say goodbye to Grandpa and Grandma.”

Although Jasper was young, he understood what was going on. He had a father, and now he suddenly

no longer had one.

"I don't want to go. I want my father. I want my grandparents. It was that lady who fell down the stairs,

so why do I have to lose a father? Mom, I don’t want to go, please?”

Dalton burst into tears, so much so that Xaria and Maisie couldn't bear to look, so they held him in their

arms.

"Jasper, if you stay here, the baby in that lady’s belly will not have a father. Your great-grandfather will

hate you even more. Come with me, and be a good boy.”

Jasper broke away from Vivian’s grasp and looked at Xaria, “Grandma, does Great-grandfather not like

me because of the baby in that lady’s belly?”

Xaira was speechless for a moment.

"Of course not..."

Just as Xaria was about to comfort Jasper, she thought of something. Baird had always liked Joye. If

three people died in the Leonard family, then Joye would get the shares. All the shares in the Richard

family would belong to Joye!

No!

The Richard family was Shawn's! The Leonard family should not be able to benefit from this.

She immediately made up her mind. She bent down and pinched her son’s little nose. "Be a good boy. I

won’t let anyone take you away. You will stay with your parents, with your grandpa and grandma by

your side.”

"Vivian, don't worry. Jasper is the grandson of our Richard family. No one can

reject him."

"Dear? What–"

Maisie didn't understand why Xaria would suddenly say this, but she elbowed him. "Don't you want to

see our grandson all the time?"

At the thought that he was about to say goodbye to his grandson, Maisie kept quiet. He wanted to cry,

but he smiled instead.

Vivian thought, “Joye, I won't be so stupid as to let you have a miscarriage now. Soon you will

understand that sometimes having it is more terrible than losing it.”

She sneered inwardly, “Forget the baby in your belly. I want to see you lose Shawn's heart. Your baby

would be as good as dead then.”

Joye didn't dare to leave the hospital in a hurry because she was concerned about her child. She

stayed at the hospital for a week. Then Janina finally came to help her take care of her discharge

procedure.

"It's really troublesome to get discharged from the hospital now."

Janina sorted out the various procedures and said, “Also, that scum Shawn didn’t even turn up to see Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

you while you were in the hospital. What a terrible person.”