Chapter 10

Chapter10

To the outside world, Eleanor Thompson appeared as a stoic and uninteresting individual. Rarely did she show any emotional outbursts. But now, she was like a cornered beast, shedding her usual calm demeanor and revealing her claws.

Yet, this small act of defiance meant nothing to Nathaniel Carter. He didn’t even bother to respond. Instead, he lifted her from the bed and began to dress her himself.

Eleanor tried to push him away, but the disparity in their strength was too great. In the end, he effortlessly dragged her downstairs.

"Mr. and Mrs. Carter..." Grace Harper, who was already downstairs, paused in surprise at the sight of their struggle.

Seeing her, Eleanor quickly composed herself and stopped resisting. She then followed Nathaniel out the door.

After driving for a while, Eleanor gradually calmed down.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to Nathaniel and said, "There's no need for us to go to the hospital. I'll explain everything to Mom myself. I know you're busy with work, so you don’t have to take me back. Just drop me off somewhere convenient for you."

Silence followed her words.

With just the two of them in the car, there was no way Nathaniel could have missed what she said. Yet, he didn’t respond at all. He drove at a steady speed, showing no signs of slowing down.

After more than two years of marriage, Eleanor had come to understand Nathaniel to some extent. His current attitude made one thing clear—he wasn’t having a discussion with her. It was a command. He knew perfectly well why she was so opposed to getting pregnant and why every mention of having a child caused her mood to shift. Yet, that didn’t matter to him.

Why? The reason was simple—he didn’t care.

To him, marriage and having children were just natural steps in life. As his wife, Eleanor was expected to fulfill that duty.

There had been a time when Eleanor had held out hope despite knowing that Nathaniel didn’t love her. She thought a child would be enough—with a child, she could have a family.

But even that simple wish was beyond her reach.

Victoria Sinclair was right. Over a year had passed since the incident. Everyone had moved on, and some had even forgotten about it. However, the same couldn’t be said for Eleanor—she would never forget.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital. Eleanor pushed her emotions aside and got out of the car calmly. Nathaniel had already arranged an appointment in advance, and it wasn’t long before they met with the doctor, Dominic Reeves.

"Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Carter," Dominic greeted them, his tone polite but not overly obsequious. Nathaniel gave a slight nod and looked at Eleanor. However, she didn’t acknowledge him as she sat down.

Dominic took her pulse. Before long, he frowned and asked, "Mrs. Carter, have you been pregnant before?"

"Yes."

"How far along were you when the pregnancy was terminated?"

Eleanor turned to look at Nathaniel as Dominic asked the question. Upon noticing her gaze, Nathaniel pressed his lips together.

It was clear he had forgotten.

Eleanor wasn’t surprised. She even managed a slight smile. Then, she turned back to Dominic and answered, "82 days."

"Hmm... It's not too far along, but still, you aren’t in good shape health-wise. You’ll need proper care and nutrition. Have you been taking any medicine lately?"

"Yes. Birth control pills," Eleanor answered plainly.",