The Snow In Paris

CHAPTER - 21

After scolding her ART, Aaric returned to Snow in the room. He realized that what he had done to his wife had crossed the line, for which he wanted to apologize.

How shocked Aaric was when he went into the room to see his wife was unconscious. Snow lay on the floor with fresh blood flowing between his thighs.

"Snow..." Aaric ran up to his wife, putting Snow's head on his thigh while gently patting Snow on the cheek. "Dear to know..." Aaric who looked panicked immediately carried Snow out of his room.

Aaric shouted for help from his housekeeper and driver to take his wife to the hospital. "Snow hold on dear," Aaric looked panicked and frightened, only to remember that the doctor had reminded him not to have sex with his wife for at least two weeks, until Snow completely recovered from her miscarriage. "Snow forgive me, baby..." Throughout the journey his heart was covered in guilt.

Arriving at the hospital Aaric immediately brought Snow to the IGD room, he continued to pacing waiting for the results of the examination, he ceaselessly prayed for the safety of his wife.

Almost half an hour waiting for the doctor to come out with a serious face, the doctor asked Aaric to come to his room. Arriving in his room, without further ado, the doctor immediately asked what happened to the patient, because he found signs of violence on Snow's body.

Instantly Aaric's face was deathly pale, cold sweat began to pour out, drenching his body. With a trembling body and tears on her cheeks, Aaric admitted his mistake.

The doctor could only shake his head while sighing heavily. "Sir, what he did was very dangerous, the father's wife could get an infection in her vag*," explained the doctor. "The wife of the father could have applied for a visa and dragged the father into the legal path with the article of domestic violence."

Aaric's panicking. "No doc," he doesn't want the case to get to the legal realm. "I promise I'll never do this again to him. Where can I find my wife?"

Without saying goodbye, Aaric rushed to his wife in the hospital room. The doctor just took his breath back. "What kind of husband is that? I wish the woman would report her husband" she muttered as she stroked her chest.

With a doubtful step, Aaric walked up to his wife who was lying on the bed. He sat down beside Snow and gently stroked his head. "Snow forgive me" he said softly.

Slowly Snow opened his eyes, he looked around while recalling the incident he had just experienced. Snow turned his head to the side and pulled his hands and body away from Aaric. "What do you want?" snow's body trembled in fear, the shadow of violence that Aaric had done to him deeply imprinted on his mind.

"Darling, I'm sorry," Aaric approached again but Snow refused. "GO AWAY FROM HERE!! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU ANYMORE." Snow said in a high tone and roar of tears.

"Snow believe me I won't hurt you again, I'm really sorry for what I did."

"GO ON...!" snow shouted, as soon as Snow brushed*s his stomach, he felt a pain in his stomach. "Awww.." she quipped.

Unable to see his wife in pain Aaric called for nurses and doctors while he waited outside the hospital room until Snow felt calm.