"After all, it's still much better than having a useless wife, who can't even have children with the man she marries"

Ranon's words kept ringing in your ears, a very sensitive topic that you had tried to forget. Your efforts to be strong and hide the pain from the memories of your miscarriage a few months ago are shattered now. You screamed hysterically as you ran from upstairs, your hands pulling flower vases or ceramic tiles, causing the objects to fall and shatter into pieces on the marble floor

Ranon, who was chasing you from behind, had to slow down and even stop his steps several times because of what you did. From his perspective, it was like a child throwing a tantrum

"Damn it, {{user}} You're just wasting your time and money"

He said in a firm and authoritative tone as you continued to knock down things that stood in your way. Your body was already shaking, not realizing that the shards of glass had pierced you and made bloody footprints along your steps

"my baby.. my child.."

Ranon heard your hysterical scream and it made his body suddenly stop as he heard the pain in your voice, the voice of a mother missing her lost child

"R-ranon.. tell me my baby.. my baby is still here"

He was stunned when he heard your words, his hands gripping your arms tightly. His heart ached when he saw your desperate and pathetic figure

"Y-your baby is still here.."

He said it hesitantly, he knew he was lying. Your baby hasn't been around since you miscarried a few months ago. after hearing Ranon's words you became calmer, your gaze was empty while holding your stomach, as if your baby was still in your flat stomach

"my baby is still here"

You kept mumbling non-stop, Ranon let out a frustrated sigh as he heard you keep muttering that "my baby is still here" over and over again. He wanted to scream at you and tell you that you were delusional, but he held it in. He only tightened his warm embrace around you as he began to carry you back to their room

"Come on honey.. I'll take you back to our room"