Chapter 149 It's All My Fault

Lola approached Anne, holding her face.

“Anne, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t hurt my foot, Dante wouldn’t have fought with you over me. I’m apologizing on his behalf. Please don’t be mad at him, okay?”

Dante pulled Lola to him. “It’s not your fault you got hurt. What’s there to apologize for?”

With a stumble, Lola fell into Dante’s arms as he pulled her.

Anne’s eyes were red with anger, and her body was shaking.

Meryl quickly steadied her with a swift grab.

Anne couldn’t stand it anymore.

With a pale face, she said to Meryl, “Help me leave here.”

Anne looked so unwell that Meryl felt pity for her. She was about to stand up for her, but seeing Anne’s awful state, she helped her to the ward first.

“Calm down. I’ll call a doctor.”

Soon, a doctor came and, after examining her, frowned deeply.

“Weren’t we clear that you shouldn’t have such big emotional swings?” The doctor sighed. “You should be hospitalized to steady your pregnancy. You can’t go home tonight.”

Meryl nodded, but then Anne said, “No, I don’t want to keep it. Doc, I want to terminate the pregnancy. Just do the surgery.”

The doctor was startled. “Are you sure?”

Although it was a threatened miscarriage, the situation wasn’t beyond saving. A rest for ten days to two weeks should be enough.

Anne nodded. “Yes, can we do it tonight?”

“No, the operating rooms are closed now. If you really don’t want it, I can schedule the surgery for tomorrow morning.”

Anne replied, “Okay, the sooner the better.”

The doctor left, and Meryl fell silent.

“You don’t need to persuade me. After that, I’ll file for divorce. If he doesn’t sign, I’ll get a lawyer.”

“I’m not trying to persuade you. I just feel for you.” Meryl sat by the hospital bed and gently took Anne’s hand.

She felt deeply for Anne and Dante’s situation, which reminded her of her and Dalton’s past. The difference was that she cut her losses early, but Anne and Dante not only married but also had a child.

She thought, “Now, the burden of ending the pregnancy is solely on Anne. Why should she suffer alone?”

Chandler called to ask why they hadn’t left yet.

Still angry, remembering Chandler was friends with Dante, Meryl lashed out.

“He’s outside the hospital, isn’t he? He’s neglecting his wife, taking care of another woman.”

As soon as Meryl finished speaking, Chandler spotted Dante helping Lola out of the hospital building in the distance.

He frowned. “I think I see them.”

Meryl, clutching her phone, walked to the window. “I’m really angry. I can’t just watch Anne go through this and do nothing. Chandler, I know Dante is your friend, but Anne is my friend too! If you try to stop me from hitting him, we might as well get a divorce!”

Chandler was speechless.

As she spoke, Dante had already reached Chandler.

Seeing Chandler, Dante left Lola and went to greet him.

“Chandler, what a coincidence you’re here too,” Dante said, looking down and reaching for a cigarette.

Suddenly, Chandler swung a punch right at Dante’s nose.

From afar, Meryl couldn’t see clearly but heard a loud bang through the phone, followed by Dante cursing loudly.

“Damn! My nose is bleeding. Chandler, what are you doing? It hurts like hell!”