Chapter 125
Chapter 125
Naomi came here today to infuriate Tabitha, but she did not expect the latter to turn more vicious after
her miscarriage.
With widened eyes, Naomi retorted, “Tabitha, have you grasped the situation? Malcolm doesn’t love
you. He only loves me. You can only take advantage of your relationship with him because of your
status!”
“What’s even the point of that?” Tabitha replied calmly. “As long as I’m still the lady of the Sinclair
family, Malcolm and I will still be a family. I’ll take him taking advantage of you as a benefit to the
family.”
Naomi almost lost control and was so mad that she pinched her own palm, causing it to bleed.
She asked, “You mean your whole family is exploiting me?”
“Since you have no status or reputation, Malcolm wouldn’t lose anything by sleeping with you,” Tabitha
said as she looked at the banknote on the ground coldly. “You should have been worth quite some
money. It’s a shame that you’re too cruel, killing your own child. With your current mediocre look, 40
dollars should be enough for your value.”
Tabitha stared at Naomi and continued, “Take the money and get lost now. Or…” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
Her light and condescending demeanor, with a sense of benevolence, caused Naomi’s emotions to
become completely out of control. Naomi screamed, “Or what? Do you want to hit me? Are you sure
you want to let your dead child know about your evil deeds?”
Tabitha smiled coldly and pressed the call bell.
Naomi immediately laughed contemptuously as she replied, “Weren’t you. getting smug just now?
Couldn’t help turning mute when mentioning kids? Even turning into a coward to call for help?”
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Tabitha ignored her and slowly threw the blanket on the ground. She uncovered the gauze on the back
of her hand and then knocked the stand that hung the IV drip to the ground.
Naomi had no idea what Tabitha was doing. She felt a little nervous and said, “What? Are you throwing
a tantrum?”
Just then, two nurses came in and saw the mess in the ward. They immediately asked, “Mrs. Sinclair,
what happened here?”
Tabitha stared at Naomi indifferently and answered calmly, “There is a crazy woman here. Barking like
a mad dog immediately after coming in. Call the security guard to chase her out.”
Naomi was a little overwhelmed by Tabitha’s action. Her face turned red with anger when she retorted,
“Don’t listen to her. She messed up the things herself and tried to frame me.”
Tabitha’s expression remained calm, while Naomi’s, on the other hand, looked ferocious. Anyone would
rather choose to believe Tabitha in this
case.
One of the nurses supported Tabitha while the other looked at Naomi alertly, immediately calling for
help.
Soon, several security guards rushed in and reached out to capture Naomi.
Realizing she was being treated like a psychopath, Naomi struggled desperately and shouted angrily,
“Let go! Do you know who I am? Let go of me!”
Tabitha uttered coldly, “This woman might be mentally ill. Get her far away from me.”
Naomi was ruthlessly lifted out of Tabitha’s ward. A crowd gathered
around to watch the scene, gossiping while pointing at Naomi. Some even took photos and posted
them on the Internet.
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They started to whisper, “This woman must be crazy. We should stay away from her.”
Another commented, “I heard that she’s a homewrecker and comes here. to show off herself to the
man’s wife. Tsk, I have never seen such a shameless woman. How cheap…”
Naomi felt utterly embarrassed.
The two nurses inquired about Tabitha’s condition with concern and asked the other staff to come
forward to change for clean bedding.
Tabitha said apologetically, “Sorry for all the trouble.”
The two nurses hurriedly waved their hands and replied, “Mrs. Sinclair, if you encounter this kind of
psychopath again, you should call someone for help as soon as possible, or you might get hurt.”
Tabitha had a good temper, treating people with gentleness and politeness, so no nurse on duty in the
hospital would dislike her. Therefore, they would believe in everything she said.
The incident of Naomi coming to Tabitha to cause trouble had not been known by Malcolm, but Naomi,
the troublemaker, came to him to complain.
She said Tabitha broke the stuff herself and blamed it on her instead. Naomi complained, “I didn’t
realize Ms. Jarvis to be so scheming. Malcolm, you have to seek justice for me.”
Malcolm asked her about her intentions with an icy voice, like a chill seeping out of ice. Naomi was
stunned by the tone but then replied, “Malcolm, I know Ms. Jarvis lost her child, but I also…”
“Enough!” Malcolm shouted lightly. His expression was utterly cold. Obviously, he had lost all his
patience as he said, “You’re aware that Tabitha doesn’t like you. Why did you still go to her ward?”
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Naomi was a little stunned at the question. She answered, “Malcolm, Tabitha caused the trouble
unreasonably first.”
Thinking that he still had to find out about the culprit behind Naomi, Malcolm took a deep breath before
softening his tone and calming Naomi
down.
“Try to stay away from Tabitha as best as you can,” he advised.
Naomi suddenly asked, “Malcolm, when are you getting the divorce?”
‘Divorce?‘ pondered Malcolm.
Malcolm hated the word and did not want to hear it. He then replied with a frown, “Tabitha just had a
miscarriage. Let’s leave this matter to a later time.”
Naomi felt that Malcolm treated her with an eccentric and perfunctory attitude ever since her
miscarriage.
“Malcolm, you don’t want a divorce?” she asked.
“Stop overthinking,” Malcolm said while suppressing his anger. “I’ll let Saul drive you home. You should
get some rest.”
Before Naomi could react, Malcolm had called Saul in. “Take Ms. Boyle home and let the housekeeper
take good care of her.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Saul.
After Saul took Naomi away, Malcolm clenched his fist and smashed it against the wall.
His relationship with Tabitha was already bad, and Naomi’s interference would only make things worse,
adding fuel to the fire.
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However, he heard Tabitha on the phone and halted in his tracks.
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Tabitha said, “Yes… I don’t want any property… I’ll leave without any…”