Chapter 10 Fainting from Blood Loss

"Do you think I'm blind? I just came over here and saw you pushing Aria, and you're still trying to deny it."

Aria Knight sat on the ground, crying her eyes out,

"Edward, my sister accused me of being a homewrecker. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have returned to the country. The doctor said my health can't handle stress. Maybe I should go back to the States tomorrow to recuperate; it seems like my sister doesn't want me back."

Clara Knox was pinned against the wall by Edward Harper's grip around her neck, the examination papers scattering on the floor like snow.

The coldness of the wall seeped into her back, spreading through her entire body. The softest part of her heart felt like it was being punctured, bleeding slowly, with a cold wind coursing through her veins. Just as she felt she might die in the next second, a warm fluid slowly trickled from her lower body.

Her tear-filled eyes blurred, and silently she prayed, "My baby, please be alright."

"Edward Harper, I'm begging you, let me go..."

Her vision began to blur, and the sounds around her became indistinct.

She vaguely heard Aria Knight still sobbing,

"Edward, don't blame my sister. She only gave me a gentle push; it's my own weak legs that couldn't keep me standing."

Edward Harper's eyes were as cold as ice; if looks could kill, Clara Knox would have died a thousand times over.

"How could you, as her sister, be so cruel and bully your own flesh and blood sister? Don't you know she has a severe heart condition? You say such harsh words and push her. If anything happens to her, I won't let you get away with it."

After delivering this harsh warning, Edward Harper let go, turned around, and picked up the crying Aria Knight from the ground, striding quickly toward the examination room.

Clara Knox watched his worried back carrying Aria Knight away, her heart clenched so tightly it was almost impossible to breathe. If it weren't for worrying about Aria Knight, he probably would have strangled her.

Feeling the warmth spreading underneath, Clara Knox clutched her abdomen and slowly crouched down, picking up the scattered examination papers one by one. As she picked up the last one, a pair of shiny black leather shoes appeared beside her.

"Clara, what's wrong?"

Clara Knox looked up to see Julian Harper's gentle face, his voice as soft as a spring breeze through willows.

Julian Harper crouched down to help her organize, his gaze lingering on the ultrasound report for a moment.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through Clara Knox's abdomen, like cramps twisting in agony. She knelt on the ground, pale from the pain.

"Clara, where does it hurt?"

Clara Knox was in so much pain, she couldn't speak.

"Clara, don't be afraid. I'll take you to the doctor right away."

Clara Knox felt herself losing consciousness. She only heard this sentence, along with urgent breathing sounds, and felt the weightlessness and wind in her ears as Julian Harper ran with her in his arms.

Two hours of her memory seemed to vanish without a trace. Clara Knox had no idea what happened afterward. When she woke up, she found herself lying in a hospital bed, an IV drip in her hand.

Standing by the window was a tall, towering figure, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with a crisply ironed white shirt without a single wrinkle.

That figure undoubtedly belonged to the Harper family.

"Uncle?"

Clara Knox tentatively called out, and Julian Harper turned at the sound.

"Clara, how do you feel? Would you like some water?"

Clara Knox placed one hand on her abdomen, "Uncle, I..."

Julian Harper pulled a chair over and sat down,

"Don't worry, the baby is fine, and you need to be alright too, okay?"

Hearing that the baby was fine, Clara Knox breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't expected Edward Harper's uncle to be the first to know about her pregnancy.

She hadn't seen much of Julian Harper, and they weren't exactly close.

The first time she saw him was at the airport. She had gone to pick up Isaac Turner, who ran over excitedly to tell her,

"I just saw a refined man with rimless glasses who was super gorgeous. I wish I could turn him gay."

When they left the airport, they saw him getting into Edward Harper's car.

Later, Clara Knox learned he was Edward Harper's uncle.

Her thoughts came back, and Clara Knox didn't want Edward Harper to know about her pregnancy. She feared he would force her to have an abortion.

"Uncle, can you keep this a secret?"

Julian Harper smiled, "Why hide the good news that the Harper family is expecting a baby?"

"We… we're getting divorced. We've already signed the divorce papers."

Julian Harper raised an eyebrow, staring at her intently, and after a moment of silence, he nodded slightly,

"I can keep it a secret for you."

Clara Knox felt uncomfortable under his gaze. For some reason, she always found it oddly unsettling when her uncle looked at her, though his conduct was impeccably courteous.

"Thank you, uncle. But, why are you at the hospital today?"

"I came to pick up some medicine and happened to see you crouching on the ground picking up things. The doctor said you need to stay in bed for a week. You've caught a cold, and…" he paused, "threatened miscarriage. You must follow the doctor's advice, okay?"

Clara Knox nodded,

"Thank you, uncle. You go ahead and take care of your things. Don't worry about me."

Julian Harper glanced at the IV stand by her bed, ensuring there was still some medicine left to drip,

"I'll wait until it's finished. I've arranged for two nurses outside, and call me if you need anything. You don't have my contact information yet, right? Note it down."

Clara Knox unlocked her phone and saved Julian Harper's number, adding him on WeChat.

After the nurse removed the drip, Julian Harper truly left.

Clara Knox stayed in the hospital for seven days and was discharged smoothly. During this time, Julian Harper visited every evening, stayed for about half an hour, and left after she finished eating.

When she was discharged, Isaac Turner returned from out of town to pick her up and took her straight home.

Isaac Turner had opened a studio and was in the custom clothing business.

Although not famous, he typically got orders from small internet celebrities and minor influencers. Fortunately, his work was relatively free. He was accustomed to a carefree lifestyle and couldn't handle a regular nine-to-five job.

His home's decor was casual, and there was always a guest room reserved for Clara Knox on the second floor, but she never stayed over because Edward Harper, with his strong controlling instincts, didn't allow her to spend the night elsewhere.

As soon as Clara Knox stepped through Isaac Turner's front door, Edward Harper received the news.

Inside Harper Clan CEO's office.

Liam Johnson said, "Director Harper, we finally found your wife. She just went to Isaac Turner's place."

Edward Harper rubbed his brow, the dark circles under his eyes obvious, his mood not great,

"Have you found out where she's been this past week?"

Liam Johnson weakly replied, "Mrs. Harper seemed to disappear into thin air this week. We couldn't find her anywhere. Our men almost turned the whole Capital City upside down. The hospital's surveillance was down the day you ran into her, and the street cameras didn't catch sight of her either."

Edward Harper habitually tapped the table with his fingers,

"If you can't even handle something this trivial, what good are you as my assistant? The surveillance being down is obviously man-made. Do you think it's for no reason that the hospital couldn't find her medical records?"

Liam Johnson was too frightened to speak. Despite their search efforts, day and night for seven days, they found no trace, puzzled at how someone could hide Mrs. Harper without leaving a single clue.

Edward Harper grabbed the suit jacket hanging on the coat rack and walked out the door, with Liam Johnson hurrying after him.

The car drove straight to Isaac Turner's building. As Edward Harper ascended the stairs, he called back to Liam Johnson,

"You come too."

At that moment, Isaac Turner was in the middle of a rant about Scum Harper, his tongue sharp and fluent.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, "Your delivery!"