Charles tried to comfort her and then took her into a VIP ward.
However, Sarah kept on screaming while clutching at Charles's hands, "It must be Hannah. She knew I am pregnant. It gotta be her!"
When she just woke up, she was overwhelmed by the pain brought on by the loss of her baby.
But soon, she could tell that it must be Hannah conspiring all these.
She still remembered it was Hannah who came to her and suggested testing Charles's love with the baby in her belly.
Now the answer appeared rather obvious.
No! She could never believe that Hannah dared to conspire against her, the noble lady of the Collins family and the only beloved daughter of Rowan.
Anger smouldered in her heart.
However, Charles seemed not to feel her fury but kept on solacing her, suggesting she chill and rest while assuring her that they were young enough to nourish another baby.
But what he suggested was not what she wanted.
Sarah's wish was to make Hannah suffer the same she was suffering.
Born privileged, she had never been conspired against. She would never sit by after what Hannah had done to her.
Sarah found it impossible to calm down and she didn't want to continue the futile conversation with Charles, so she simply shouted at him, "Give me my phone! I'm gonna call my dad and kill that bitch!"
Charles didn't do as she required.
"Honey, you are the top priority. Let me handle this. Don't worry. Just have a rest."
"Charles, give me my phone!" Sarah was enraged.
There was no way Charles could not tell how furious she was. However, he pretended not to notice that.
"Honey…"
Suddenly, Sarah slapped hard in his face.
Ever since she was born, she had been allowed to do whatever she wanted. No one dared to say no to her even when she was determined to marry Charles.
If it weren't because of her perseverance to threaten her dad with her life, Rowan would have never agreed to the marriage.
But now Charles was trying to dissuade her.
Who the hell did he think he was?
His face turned a bit sulky after the slap.
Martina saw Charles being slapped inside the ward. She was soon irritated, "Sarah, who do you think you are? You'd better behave yourself!"
Astounded, Sarah thought she was mistaken.
She turned to look at Martina, whom she had been despising all the time.
She couldn't believe Martina shouted at her.
Meanwhile, Charles was pushed to the edge when impacted by the loss of the baby and Sarah's aggressiveness. His patience was greatly waning.
So he didn't reproach Martina for her shouting at Sarah. Instead, he felt a bit pleased because of that. It was time for Sarah to learn a lesson.
"Charles has told you to rest! What the hell are you screaming about? Just stay still as he said! Behave yourself!" Martina huffed.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you say that to me?" driven by anger, Sarah sat up straight.
But Martina showed no fear.
Sarah didn't intend to waste time talking with him. Now, she was going to tell her dad about everything. After she revenged on Hannah, she would get even with him for this.
Sarah lifted the quilt to stand up and reached out her hand to grab her handbag, in which there kept her phone.
Before she could grab her bag, Charles suddenly pinned her down on the bed, making her unable to move.
Sarah struggled desperately, "Let me go!"
"Sarah, don't push me!" Charles was on the edge of tolerance.
He knew some tough means were necessary to tackle a person like Sarah, who never yielded.
"Charles Sawyer!"
"Stay still! Don't push me again." Charles stressed out his threat.
Sarah stared at him with her eyes wide open.
A man who used to spare no endeavour to love and care about her was threatening her right now. His voice sounded so cold and rude. That was who he truly was, Sarah supposed.
It suddenly occurred to her that according to Hannah, she was nothing but something Charles was taking advantage of, which could be proved at the cost of the baby.
Sarah started trembling out of anger. She realized that she had fallen into Hannah's plot.
Under her conspiracy, Sarah lost the baby but she could do nothing to Hannah. And, she noticed who Charles truly was.
Drowning in depression, she had no idea how to vent her burning anger.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Today was the day she suffered the greatest grievance ever since she was born.
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