Chapter 553: Discharged From Hospital

Caroline‘s POV

Seven days later, I recovered well. I packed up my things and was ready to leave the hospital

I was about to get out of bed when Charles suddenly walked up to me and said, “Don‘t move. Let me
help you.”

When I saw his outstretched hands, I leaned away and glared at him. “No, thank you, I can get out of
bed by myself.”

Ignoring my refusal, Charles bent over and carried me out En route, Charles slightly loosened his grip on
me. Afraid that I would fall, I surged forward and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Charles looked down at me and I hid my face in his chest because I didn‘t want him or anyone to see
that I was blushing. However, the staff of the hospital came to bid me farewell. As soon as we stepped
out of the ward, we were surrounded by the doctors and nurses of the hospital. They held out flowers to
me and called out their best wishes for us, “Congratulations, Mr. Moore and Mrs. Moore, May you two
live together till you‘re old and grey.”

“Make sure you rest and don‘t stress yourself at all, either physically or emotionally. That means that you
shouldn‘t do anything that will make you tired or upset. And if anything happens, contact me as soon as
you possibly can,” the doctor who carried out the C–section on me explained kindly.

“I will adhere to all your instructions, doctor. Thank you all so much for taking great care of me,” I replied
politely Charles nodded to everyone and left with me in his arms.

When we walked out of the elevator, I saw Nevaeh

Some days ago, Nevaeh had tried to enter my ward but was stopped by my bodyguards. But I knew for a
fact that she was not going to stop trying until she found a way to see me. Bandages covered most of her



body, at least the parts of her I could see since she was in a wheelchair. The last thing I wanted to do
was be nice to a woman that seduced my husband, so I turned my face away from her. The only
acknowledgement Charles gave her was an indifferent glance over his shoulder as he began to walk out
with me in his arms.

“Charles, I‘m here to thank you for leaving Caroline behind that night to see me,” Nevaeh shouted.
Inhaling sharply, I tightened my grip on Charles‘ neck. For a second, Charles stopped walking as he
froze, his hands on my body tightening,

Neither of them spoke another word. It was over. I had lost.

It wasn‘t that I was lost to Nevaeh. I was actually defeated by the fact that there would always be
countless women around Charles

With the sting of defeat fresh in my mind, my determination grew. As soon as possible, I was going to get
a divorce from Charles and put an end to this marriage.

In the future, it wouldn‘t matter what he did with other women because it would have nothing to do with
me. However, hot tears still streamed down my cheeks and wetted Charles‘ shirt.

After leaving the hospital, Charles put me in the car, fastened the seat belt for me and closed the door
gently He didn‘t say a word from the moment the car pulled away from the hospital gates till the car
stopped at the Moore mansion.

I also stayed mute the entire drive. But when we finally reached the Moore mansion, I couldn‘t help but
voice an important question, “When shall we go through the formalities?”

“A month from now,” Charles muttered in a bland tone, his gaze trailed outside the window. It was a little
longer than I expected, but it didn‘t matter. I would just hold on for another month

A month from now, I would be able to leave here and get rid of my current life,



Charles unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car. He opened the door on my side and bent over to
carry me

“No, I can walk” i dodged his hand and tried to walk on my own

“It‘s windy outside. You can take a walk after you go back to your room.” Then Charles carried me out of
the car. The elders were waiting at the door. When they saw us approaching, they immediately came up
and greeted me

Charles carried me to the bedroom upstairs, The boys leaned against the bed, their awestruck gazes
focused on their baby sister.

They had been looking forward to meeting her for a long time and were reluctant to leave after finally
meeting her. A laugh escaped me when I saw the four of them.

The three boys were gazing down at their sister wide eyed, and she, blinking her eyes up a them. The
phone rang and Charles stepped away to answer his call. When his call was over, he returned to the
bedside and turned his attention to the boys.

“You need to be careful. Don‘t hurt your sister accidentally, okay?” Even though they nodded vigorously
to show they understood their father‘s words, their unblinking eyes were on their sister the entire time.
James suddenly turned his head and asked, “Daddy, do you like my sister?”

“Yes,” Charles replied with a gentle smile.

“So, who do you love more, my sister or Mommy?”

“That‘s a different kind of love,” Charles looked up at me and replied patiently. “Different? Why is it
different?” James asked curiously.

“I‘m tired and want to have a rest.”



Before Charles could answer, I chimed in and lay down with my back to them. Charles lowered his voice
and said, “You should go out first. Your Mommy needs to rest.”

Grumbling, the boys left. Charles walked back to the bed and picked our daughter up.

“I‘ll take her out for a while so you can rest. I‘ll bring her back to you when you wake up.”

Instead of replying, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Charles then left the room quietly with
our daughter in his arms. After some deliberation, I decided to name her Jessica. When she was one–
month old, we held a grand party for Jessica and introduced her to all our relatives and friends. The table
in the banquet hall was full of gifts. Tracy and Janet came in with a small box in their hands. They walked
into the room excitedly and said, “Mrs. Moore, this gift is so exquisite and beautiful. It must look very
beautiful on Jessica.”

There was a delicate and beautiful necklace in the box. There was also a note at the bottom. On the
note was Nevaeh‘s signature. A cold fury swept through me, but still I maintained my calm facade.

“Send it to Charles. It‘s not for me and Jessica,” I ordered brusquely as I dumped the necklace back into
the box.

“What?” The two bodyguards were stunned.

Janet saw the note and reacted quickly as she immediately said, “Mrs. Moore, you are right. Let our boss
deal with it!”

I picked my daughter up and said, “Let‘s go.” “Where are we going?” the shocked bodyguards asked in
unison. “Home.”

“Won‘t we wait for Mr. Moore?” Janet asked in confusion.



“He is a grown man with two perfectly healthy feet of his own. He will return home when he’s ready.” I
walked out with my daughter in my arms.

The two bodyguards chucked the gift in their hands aside and immediately caught up with me, But I
didn‘t expect to bump into Nevaeh as soon as I arrived at the parking lot. She had recovered from the
worst of her injuries and looked almost the same, except for the fact that she was thinner than before.

After taking a cursory look at her, I tried to bypass her on my way to the car, but she stopped me.

“Caroline, long time no see.”

“I don‘t want to see you. If you really have any sense of self worth, then you wouldn‘t dare to approach
me.” Nevaeh smiled and looked at Jessica.

“I’m here to congratulate you. I heard that you gave birth to a daughter. She is very cute and looks very
much like you.”

“Were you lurking around, waiting for me to show up only so you could tell me this?” I held Jessica
tighter, icy disdain dripping from my voice.

“I‘m waiting for Charles. My company has been negotiating the cooperation with the Moore Group. I‘m
the main designer of one of the projects. I just called him and wanted to talk about the details. By the
way…”

“You know what? One of the last two women who pestered Charles is in a psychiatric hospital, and the
other one is in prison.” The expression on Nevaeh‘s face froze and the smile at the corners of her mouth
disappeared without a trace.

I sneered and got in the car with my daughter in my arms. Janet said loudly to Nevaeh, “Maybe you don‘t
know our boss very well. With Mrs. Moore‘s mere words, I‘m afraid that you will be replaced by someone
else in this project.”



Then she got into the car. I turned my head to look out of the window and found Nevaeh standing there
angrily, stamping her feet. Somehow, I felt better. I lowered my head and played with Jessica.


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