Chapter 1878 - 396: I’ll Pick It Up For You
Chapter 1878 - 396: I’ll Pick It Up For You
"Baby?"
Crystal went blank and then touched her upper abdomen.
She always forgot the baby. On the contrary, it was the only hope for Eric. She had used to be so determined to have an abortion and had even thought of various means to kill Eric.
Once Carlos recovered, she had planned to remove the airbags of Eric's car and then deceived him into traveling alone with her.
Eric, her, and the child who was not supposed to come to the world would have died together.
Had Eric not saved her at the banquet held by Amos Davis, she would have probably already implemented the plan.
Ironically, she didn't put the ploy into practice. The car accident had still happened, though the result was different from her imagination.
Nevertheless, if she had carried out the plan at the emergent moment, Eric would absolutely also be desperate to save her. How despicable and vicious I am...
Crystal was stiff all over with regret and guilt.
It wouldn't have happened if she hadn't insisted on going out without bodyguards...
If Eric hadn't protected her to the final second, she would have been the one who's dead.
"Do you care about this child?" Nathan took her hand and led her to the bed, "If so, lie down to rest."
This time, Crystal did not struggle.
Nathan supported her to lie down on the bed and tucked her in the quilt.
Seeing Crystal being so obedient because of Eric and her child, Nathan's eyes dimmed.
"Is the child alive?" Crystal asked, "Is it fine?"
She had been exposed to the heavy rain for a very long time last night, after all.
"How about I call the doctor to have a check-up for you?" Nathan rang the service bell when asking.
Crystal remained silent but nodded.
Eric was still in danger; the only thing she could do for him was to keep his child safe and healthy.
"I'd like to get a cigarette." Nathan stood up, left the words, and went out of the room.
Crystal looked away, ignoring him.
At the door of the ward, Nathan was waiting for the doctor.
The doctor who rushed over did not feel flattered, but by contrast, he was frightened. In particular, Nathan was fiddling with a gun, with no expression on his face.
Following instruction, two bodyguards pressed the doctor's face against the wall.
After whispering something in the doctor's ear, Nathan confirmed, "Are you clear what to do?"
"Yes..." the doctor replied in a trembling voice.
"Great."
Nathan waved his hand, motioning the bodyguards to let go of the doctor.
Then he opened the door and went in with the doctor.
Crystal was staring at the ceiling with empty eyes; her mind wandered.
The doctor walked up to her and casually checked her belly with a stethoscope, pretending to conduct examinations.
"How's the child?" Crystal looked at him and questioned with an impassive countenance.
"The baby is very healthy, but Miss Smith, you're too weak. You can no longer afford any stimulation," the doctor stole a peek at Nathan, then looked back at Crystal, "if you get too excited or sad like you were yesterday, you will probably lose your baby."
Crystal knitted her brows, "Am I so fragile?"
"Yes. You were drenched in the rain for so long yesterday, which is very bad for pregnant women. And you even suffered from violent mood swings... so, you'd better rest in bed for a few days."
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Nathan's sharp gaze swept over him.
The doctor hastened to add, "And you should have meals on time and sleep on time. Besides, try not to get off the bed and walk; you must adjust your mood as well..."
"You mean I have to lie on the bed until I deliver the baby?"
"That's not the case. After your recovery, everything can, of course, get back to normal."
"How long does it take?"
"Er..." The doctor turned to Nathan again because Nathan did not tell him the answer to this question.
"Hey, you're the doctor. Why do you always have to look at him when answering my questions?" Crystal blamed him impatiently.
At this moment, Nathan simply wanted to throw the stupid doctor out of the ward.
The doctor felt a murderous momentum.
He hurriedly said, "Er... about half a month to a month, it depends on your physical quality."
"Get out!" Nathan roared in a low voice.
"Yes... Master Davis." The doctor saluted in a hurry and trotted out of the ward.
The door of the ward closed.
Crystal interrogated Nathan, "Did you force him to say those?"
"I didn't."
"He kept looking at you and seemed to be following your instructions."
"Everyone is afraid of me. It's normal that he looked at me," Nathan said softly, "only you are not afraid of me... and I don't want you to be afraid of me, either."
Crystal looked away, changed the subject.
"When can I see Eric?"
"After the surgery is over and he gets out of the emergency room. You can't help anything if you insist on seeing him now."
Crystal took a gentle breath.
It had been more than twenty hours since Eric was pushed into the emergency room.
Not only she but also Nathan hadn't expected the surgery to take so long. If Eric died, she intended to pay for Eric's life with her life.
Nathan bent down, collected the pieces of the sketches on the floor, and put them on the coffee table together with the sketchbook.
Later, a bodyguard brought breakfast in for Crystal and glue, cardboard, and other tools for Nathan.
Crystal had little appetite to eat, but she forced herself to drink some milk for the sake of the baby.
The ward fell into silence again.
Nathan cut the cardboard to the same size as the sketchbook, pieced the torn drawings together out of the approximate shape, then applied glue on the cardboard and attached the pieces onto it.
When drinking milk, Crystal could not help looking back at him.
With his face lowered, Nathan looked earnest and attentive.
Seeing him like that, Crystal's heart started to ache again.
She didn't know why she would be heartbroken no matter what the man did.
He's ruthless, bloodthirsty, and cruel; however, when in love, he's at the same time serious, soulful, and as childish as a child.
"Are you thinking about my good or bad?" Nathan suddenly looked up to meet her eyes.
"You can glue the drawings, but you can't repair the cracks. Do you think everything in the world can be repaired?"
"It's better than doing nothing."
"Nathan Davis, are you a pig?"
"Crystal, don't you know all men lose their wits when falling in love with you?"
"Don't find an excuse for your stupidity."
"Yes, I'm stupid. But you're the one who made me a fool," Nathan gave her a fond smile, "Better a fool man in love than a wit in business."
In a split second, Crystal's eyes misted. She lost her tongue.
She wondered what was wrong, who was wrong; they should have a different ending.
"Whatever you do is in vain. I would not be moved or cheated by you again. I've seen too many tricks you played!"
Nathan could spoil her and make her feel like a princess, but at the same time could trample her, torture her at will...
Crystal had lost all her energy and patience; she could not afford to suffer from the pain once more.
Being absent-minded, Nathan cut his finger with the scissors.
It's no big deal for him, of course. He raised the corner of his lips without looking up. "I know as long as I let go, you'll leave me without hesitation."
"So, I won't let go," he added.
Noticing the watch on Nathan's wrist, Crystal could not help but think of that night.
Didn't Vic say that he had thrown the watch? She was confused.
Being conscious of Crystal's confused sights, Nathan explained, "It was just when I looked for the watch that I found the sketchbook."
"Now that you threw it away, why pick it up again?"
"I was reluctant to throw it from the beginning."
"Do you think that the relationship you've thrown away can be picked up as long as you want?" Crystal took a quick glance at him, went on, "I threw my watch away, too. And I won't turn my head to pick it up!"
The two watches were in pairs. When they had worn it, they had sworn to spend every minute, every second, for the rest of their life together.
Ironically, they had both thrown the watches away one after another.
"I've let people salvage it."
Crystal's face suddenly turned a little green.
"I'll pick it up for you."
"Whatever.. But I'll throw it away again," Crystal replied ruthlessly.