Chapter 294 - 295 (1/2)

ONE YEAR PREVIOUSLY -- NEW YORK CITY

WONG FAMILY MANOR PENTHOUSE

It all went neatly into the toilet her morning sickness. No, Ellie realized with a pang, this was just normal vomit now. There was sticky black residue around her legs as her miscarriage was splattered across the floor like a true crime scene. Her body was streaked with what had been life and her own tears. It was all her fault that this had happened.

Her sobbing continued as the salt-crusted on her face was from the full four hours that she had been holed inside Henry's bathroom. She knew people outside were incredibly concerned with why she had been inside so long. But she couldn't let the outside world know of this tragic mistake of hers.

Outside the crew of cleaners and staff looked terrified as they were frozen with fear. No one wanted to get fired. No one also wanted to be sued by Wong Industries for wrongful death so they had a stalemate as even the most experienced of their rank, Michael did not have access to the master's bathroom.

It was an odd habit of Henry's from when he was a child that he liked to only have access to one private area. The master had preferred such a setup since the father had passed on to have a quiet moment. To think that his wife would pull such a stunt was terrifying to all.

Michael had a phone cord wrapped around his leg from the wall phone that he had glued to his ear for the last thirty minutes. The line finally picked up and the old man cursed loudly to the shock of all those around him. The butler cleared his throat and tried to compose himself. ”I'm afraid this is one problem that I can't solve sir. The staff is frightened here, sir. I'm afraid you'll have to come home as soon as possible and probably cancel all your engagements if you'd like to stay married that is.”

Henry's voice was cold. ”Should I come with an ambulance or a SWAT team to raid my own house?”

”It's your personal bathroom, sir. I'm not even sure how she came to know of its unique significance to the house unless you told her.”

”I did. It's perfectly fine for her to be there. Did she ask for me?”

”No, but she has been sobbing and there is some type of liquid leaking out and staining this carpet.”

”Oh.”

”No. No. It's nothing to suicide in there so I'm afraid.”