My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 884

Chapter: 884

“But I ran into Eleanor.

When she saw John, she accused me of killing him. She grabbed me and wouldn’t let me Leave. I tried

to break free.

I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t push hard, but she stumbled back and hit the door. Then, she cried,

saying she had a stomachache.”

Rosalynn listened, her mind working to connect the dots. “What was Eleanor doing there in the first

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place?”

Valeria clutched Rosalynn’s hand tightly, panic flooding her eyes. “I don’t know. But with John dead, am

I going to jail?”

“No, you won’t. You’re innocent. I’m sure that the police will get to the bottom of this,” Rosalynn

declared.

At the hospital

“Mr. Hughes, by the time Miss Hilton arrived, her baby was already in critical condition. We had to

perform surgery immediately,” the chief obstetrician said, his face lined with regret.

Brian narrowed his eyes. “So the baby didn’t survive?”

‘m afraid not,” the doctor confirmed, his gaze heavy with sorrow.

Brian fell silent. There was regret, yes, but also an undeniable sense of relief.

The tragedy was untimely, but it lifted the weight of potential complications the child would have caused

between him and Rosalynn.

His lack of emotional attachment to the unborn child might cross as callous, even heartless.

But the truth remained that he felt no significant bond with the life that had once fluttered within

Eleanor.

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With a nod, Brian entered Eleanor’s room.

She was already awake, her assistant, Moira, standing by her side.

“Mr. Hughes!” Eleanor exclaimed as she spotted Brian entering the room.

Her voice held a note of happiness, but her weakened state made it difficult for her to sit.

Moira quickly moved to Eleanor’s side, sliding a pillow behind her back to provide support.

Eleanor winked at Moira, who understood the unspoken message immediately. “Mr. Hughes, I’ll head

out to grab a few things for Eleanor.”

The moment the door clicked shut, Eleanor’s head dipped low. She traced her flat belly, her fingers

gliding across the smooth fabric of her hospital gown. “Did we Lose our baby?”

“You should rest,” Brian said and Looked at her.