Her Majestic Battle Cry
Her Majestic Battle Cry 855

Chapter 855

Unable to evade the truth any longer, Barrett honestly explained, “She had a few words with my mom, and my mom threw a cup at her. She fell…”

Evelyn gasped, steadying herself. “What? Your mom hit her?”

Barrett’s expression turned remorseful. “Mother, I admit my mom was wrong, but right now, the priority is saving Viola. The physician says she has miscarried before, which injured her womb. That’s what’s causing excessive bleeding now. The situation is serious. We need to pull the baby out and use hemostatic medicine.”

Evelyn’s furious demeanor froze at his words.

Barrett had found out?

Zoey interjected, “Let’s not dwell on that now. We need to save her. Listen to the physician.”

Anxiety evident in his voice, Barrett continued, “The physician said we should consider calling for Sebastian, but it’s already dark. He might not be at Arcane Sanctum, so we have to proceed without him.” The physician had already prepared the hemostatic medicine. Zoey followed him inside and saw Viola, who was drenched as if she had just been pulled out of water. Her face was pale, her eyes vacant. The ordeal had taken a toll on her, making her look frailer and more exhausted.

Upon seeing her sister–in–law, Viola instinctively searched for her mom.

“Mom…”

At that moment, Viola could only trust her mom.

Zoey grasped her sister-in–law’s chin, her tone firm. “You need to drink the hemostatic medicine first. Your mom is just outside. Once you take it, everything will be fine.”

Viola swallowed the medicine in trembling sips, tears streaming down her face as she clutched Zoey’s hand tightly. “Am I going to die, Zoey? Will I die?”

“Don’t say such foolish things. You won’t,” Zoey reassured, steadying her shoulders. “Don’t worry, your mom and I are here with you. Just focus on giving birth.”

Zoey exchanged a glance with the midwife, who nodded and held her breath.

Screams echoed through the halls of Grace Mansion, causing Evelyn and Barrett to feel their hearts sink. After the horrific cries, the sound of a baby’s wail did not follow.

Barrett and Evelyn’s hearts plummeted.

The baby was most likely stillborn.

But Barrett couldn’t think about that now. He rushed into the delivery room and called out, “Zoey, how is Viola?”

Through the door, came the physician’s voice, “There’s no major bleeding. Don’t worry.”

That meant Viola had made it through the worst.

Evelyn’s legs trembled uncontrollably, and it took her a moment to steady herself before she pushed the door open. Barrett tried to follow her inside, but was immediately stopped by Tara.

“The blood in the room hasn’t been cleaned up yet. You can’t go in.”

“I want to see her. How is she?” Barrett pleaded, feeling frantic.

“Madam Viola is okay, but she’s exhausted and needs to rest.”

Barrett didn’t dare ask about the child. Tara hadn’t mentioned that both mother and baby were safe, so he suspected the worst.

A wave of anger surged within him–this was the first time he truly felt anger toward his mom.

His sister–in–law was dead. What more did she want?

After cleaning up the delivery room, Tara emerged holding the baby, wrapped tightly in a swaddling blanket.

She sighed and approached Barrett. “The baby didn’t survive. Do you want to take a look?”

With trembling hands, Barrett opened the blanket, revealing the frail, lifeless body of a boy. A wave of Sorrow washed over him.

He staggered back a step, his throat tightening. “Take him away for burial. Don’t let Viola see him.”

This was supposed to be his first child. Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

“Madam Viola won’t look,” Tara said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

It was a boy. What a shame..

Evelyn stepped into the delivery room, standing by the bed and gazing at her daughter with a mix of emotions. The physician had said that if Viola hadn’t suffered that earlier miscarriage, the situation might not have been so dire. But seeing her daughter in such a state, she couldn’t bring herself to lay blame.

She sighed heavily. “Just focus on your recovery. There will be other children.”

“I won’t have any more children. I can’t do it again,” Viola said weakly, her voice barely a whisper, completely drained of strength.