Chapter 50 Perfect

In the hospital room, permeated by the smell of disinfectant, Maggie lay pale on the bed.

Outside, Ron sat on a bench, several cigarette butts scattered at his feet.

He held another cigarette in his hand, smoke curling around him, darkening his genteel face, giving it a somber air.

His clothes bore traces of blood, and his hair was disheveled from the earlier press scrum, making him look disheveled.

After a moment, hurried footsteps approached, and Harlan rushed with Mildred towards the direction of the ward.

Seeing Ron sitting there, Mildred hurriedly asked, "What's going on? Where's Maggie?"

Ron stubbed out his cigarette. "She's inside."

"What exactly happened?" Mildred was on the verge of breaking down.

Ron paused. "They said she had a miscarriage."

"What?" Mildred's eyes widened, and she stepped forward, grabbing Ron's collar. "What are you saying? When did Maggie get pregnant? How could she suddenly have a miscarriage? Did you do this?"

Why were they both present when things went