The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye)

Chapter 322

"Mr. Ye, are you all right?"

Thomas had been paying attention to Nathaniel all along, thus he managed to step forward and hold Nathaniel up in time when he saw that his boss was about to fall over.

Frankly, Nathaniel had been in plenty of life threatening situations over the years, but he'd never felt as anxious as he did now.

Moreover, he did not dare to even speak.

Charlotte glanced at him momentarily, but she didn't say anything in the end. Instead, she quickly stepped forward and asked, "Doctor, how is Mango doing?"

"Unfortunately, Miss Shen has had a miscarriage but we've managed to clean it up so far. However, due to her weak constitution and prolonged exposure to cold and humid conditions, the possibility of another pregnancy in the future remains uncertain. If possible, it's best not to try for another child within the next three years out of concern for her body."

The doctor's words made Nathaniel let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Doctor, does she need anything else except bed rest?"

Nathaniel finally found the strength to speak.

The doctor shook his head and replied, "Other than that, she needs to keep her spirits up. Miss Shen can't suffer any more emotional distress. No matter how you look at it, her body has gone through a pregnancy, so she needs a confinement period as well. Furthermore, judging from her current condition, it's hard to say whether she can be nursed back to full health."

Nathaniel's heart ached terribly with every word that the doctor said.

In the past, Mango had been a healthy young woman who was filled with life.

Alas, she'd experienced more than her fair share of suffering from the moment she got into a relationship with Nathaniel. Thus, Charlotte was right. Loving Nathaniel was the biggest mistake Mango had made.

Then, Nathaniel nodded with a heavy weight in his chest.

When Mango was pushed out, her face was frighteningly pale.

Nathaniel felt a lump form in his throat as hot tears filled his eyes.

Then, he grasped her hand only to be shocked at how soul-chillingly cold it was.

Nathaniel's chest tightened once more.

Meanwhile, Charlotte wanted to step forward, but she was stopped by Thomas.

He shook his head at her, which made Charlotte glared at him fiercely. However, she didn't do anything else after that.

Then, Nathaniel wheeled Mango back to her ward.

It was so silent in the room until he could hear the sound of the intravenous drip flowing into Mango's veins.

Truth be told, Nathaniel had no idea how Mango managed to get through all of that. However, he still felt like killing himself when he thought of how sad Mango must have been when she realized that she'd lost the child.

Wasn't he supposed to be her safe haven?

Shouldn't he be a guardian angel for her and their children?

But the reality of the situation was different.

How could he let his wife suffer like this?

Nathaniel felt extremely guilty and upset, and he wished that he could turn back time.

He had no idea whether their miscarried child was a boy or a girl, nor did he know if it would look like him. Moreover, he didn't even know when the child was conceived. Alas, the child had become nothing more than a mangled mess of blood and bone as it had ceased to exist.

The feeling was heartbreaking, yet he didn't know how to express it.

He knew better than anyone what it felt like to his own conceal pain, but he didn't know how Mango would react or feel after she woke up. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Then, Nathaniel grasped her hand tightly as he wanted to warm her up using his own body heat. Unfortunately, her hand stayed cold even though he held onto it for a long time.

The first thing that Charlotte and Thomas saw when they entered the room was Nathaniel's forlorn expression, and this angered Charlotte so much that she nearly reprimanded Nathaniel. However, she managed to swallow her words.

"Hey, Thomas told me that you're still injured. Since Mango won't wake up for the next few hours, how about you go and rest first? You can come and take my place later at night."

Hence, Charlotte felt like she was doing Nathaniel a great kindness.

If it weren't for his sincerity towards Mango, Charlotte doubted that she would even speak to him at all.

However, Nathaniel replied as if he didn't even hear what she had said. "Both of you can go. I'll stay here alone."

"Don't you understand me? Mango's still unconscious now, but the first thing she'll see when she wakes up is your pathetic face. Are you really going to make her worry about you after she's just lost a child? Do you think I care about your wellbeing? If it weren't for her feelings, I couldn't care less about whether you're dead or alive."

After all, Charlotte had a hot temper and her anger rose very quickly when it came to Nathaniel.

Then, Thomas cleared his throat and pulled Charlotte behind him before he said, "Mr. Ye, Mrs. Ye won't be awake for the next few hours. I've asked the doctor and he said that he used general anaesthesia on her, so she's going to be unconscious for at least two hours before she wakes up. So, I think you should rest because you look quite sickly now." "Is it that bad?" Nathaniel didn't know how bad he looked, so he had to ask when Thomas brought it up.

"Take a look at yourself and see the horrible state that you're currently in,"

Charlotte handed Nathaniel the mirror in her hand.

Truly, this was the first time that Nathaniel had seen himself so haggard.

He had always thought of himself as omnipotent, but recent events proved that he was powerless in many situations. Now, his pallid complexion unsettled even himself.

Then, Nathaniel returned the mirror to Charlotte and softly replied, "I'm going to rest for a couple of hours. Please wake me as soon as Mango wakes up."

In truth, the only reason he rested was for Mango's sake.

Charlotte's words were like a dagger carving into his chest.

The last thing he wanted was for Mango to be worried about him when she woke up. After all, she'd just miscarried.

Meanwhile, Charlotte did not say anything else. Instead, she stepped forward and sat down in front of Mango's bed.

On the other hand, Thomas helped Nathaniel along as he said, "Go and rest, Mr. Ye. I'll wake you up later."

"I'm going to rest here."

After Nathaniel finished speaking, he asked someone to bring another bed into the room and he promptly collapsed on it.

Despite his best efforts, he still couldn't fall asleep.

Every time he closed his eyes, the vision of Mango's body covered in blood flashed in his mind.

His thoughts were filled with thick, red blood, which unsettled him greatly.

How much blood could a person lose?

Then, Nathaniel's eyes suddenly flew open as he stared at the ceiling and his mind was in a disarray.

Nevertheless, he forced himself to shut his eyes again. No matter how vivid the bloody vision in his mind was or how regretful he felt, he still needed to rest.

After Thomas left the room, he came back to find that Charlotte's eyes were rimmed red from crying. He muttered, "Stop being so biased against Mr. Ye. He's very upset about this as well."

"I've already been kind enough to him. If this had happened in the past, he should count himself lucky that I didn't attack him. Furthermore, for Mango's sake, I'm not holding anything against him at all. What? I can't even say a few words to him?"

Charlotte had never been the example of a demure woman. Yes, she'd been affected by the incident at the cemetery a few hours ago, but she had quickly returned to her old spirited self.

Frankly, Thomas admired her energy, but he sighed involuntarily as he listened to her. "Everyone is entitled to love whoever they want. It's not up to you to decide if they're right for one another or not."

"Are you going to lecture me again? Professor Song, I don't feel so good right now. How about we reschedule this to another day, yeah?"

Charlotte still had a good impression of Thomas, so naturally, she wouldn't vent out her anger at him.

Since she'd already expressed her reluctance to listen, Thomas could only smile and say, "I'm going to get some food. Would you like anything to eat?"

"I don't really have much of an appetite right now. You know, Mango loves children. I don't know how upset she'd feel when she finds out that she miscarried."

"No one wanted for this to happen, but this is the reality that all of us have to face. No matter how Mrs. Ye reacts after this, the most important thing is that you remain calm and avoid the topic of children, got it?"

"Of course. I'm not stupid."

Charlotte felt as if Thomas was insulting her intelligence, but she didn't comment any further on it.

After that, Thomas nodded and he left the room.

There was an endless amount of things that he had to take care of. Moreover, Nathaniel wouldn't be able to tend to company affairs since he was resting, and Madam Ye needed to be admitted to the hospital for close observation once they managed to create the antidote.

Furthermore, Nathaniel had wanted to hand over the company to Nick, but since he had left so abruptly, Thomas still had to seek out Nick to complete the handover process.

Thus, Thomas really couldn't stay and wait despite his desire to see Mango wake up. In the end, he still had no choice but to leave.

On the other hand, Charlotte felt that his absence made the entire room feel much more lonely than before.

She looked at the unconscious Mango and said, "Are you insane? How could you use yourself as bait when you still have children to take care of? Is Nathaniel really that important to you? Don't you know how much you'll suffer if you keep throwing yourself into situations like these?"

Nevertheless, Mango remained unconscious.

A lump formed in Charlotte's throat and tears flowed from her eyes.

"Tell me, what would Rita and Zion do if something really happened to you this time? Nathaniel will inevitably forget about you in a few years and remarry another woman, and she'll be the one sleeping with your husband and raising your children. Why would you ever want to do that to yourself? When will you ever take yourself into consideration, you silly girl?"

The more Charlotte spoke, the more upset she felt and eventually she sprawled on the bed as she wept.

"Mango, you idiot! Does playing with other people's emotions make you happy? Aren't you afraid that I'll be fed up with you one day? How could you do this to me?"

Charlotte cried bitterly.

Mango was her only best friend and the closest thing she had to family.

Meanwhile, Mango sensed that someone was crying next to her, but she couldn't open her eyes no matter how hard she tried.

She wanted to comfort the crying person, yet to no avail.

Vaguely, Mango was delighted when saw a child with shapely brows and deep dimples in front of her.

As soon as she stretched out her hands to embrace the child, the child melted away into a puddle of blood, which gradually grew into a gushing stream of thick, red fluid.

"No! No, please!"

Mango reached out her arms to stop it, but the child disappeared anyway.

Then, she burst into heart-wrenching sobs. Alas, she was unable to rouse herself from the nightmare.

Next, she seemed to hear a young voice echo around her in a questioning tone,

"Mommy, why did you abandon me? Why didn't you protect me?"

"No! I didn't know! I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry!"

Mango wailed in agony as she remained stuck in her horrible dream.

"Mango, wake up! Stop this! Mango!"

Charlotte attempted to rouse Mango, but her attempts were futile.

On the other side of the room, Nathaniel jerked awake suddenly and his heart shattered into a million pieces when he heard Mango's cries.

He rushed over to Mango's bed instantly and embraced her in his arms.