My Uterus 13

Chapter 5 

Henry Foster stared wide-eyed at Quinn Adams, who knelt before him in complete devastation, unable to speak for what felt like an eternity. 

A sharp ringing suddenly pierced his ears. 

This was an old affliction-the last time it had struck was the day his parents died in that car accident abroad. 

The condition had plagued him ever since. 

Over the years, he had single-handedly shouldered the burden of an entire family empire, weathering storms almost daily. 

Yet no matter how devastating previous blows had been, nothing compared to the anxiety and heartache consuming him at this 

moment. 

Henry couldn’t quite believe it himself—the ten billion missing from their accounts barely registered as a concern right now. 

But Quinn had said that gentle woman who followed him around like a devoted shadow was dead. 

This was something Henry couldn’t immediately accept. 

Isabella was frighteningly resilient. 

When her family went bankrupt during her childhood, she had single-handedly rebuilt their empire from nothing. 

If she hadn’t handed over her company when she married Kevin years ago, she would undoubtedly have claimed her place among the capital’s business elite by now. 

After marriage, Kevin’s constant business trips left her to shoulder everything alone once again. 

At least she’d had her sweet, understanding daughter for company. 

But after barely five years of motherhood, she’d watched her child die before her eyes. 

That very night, she’d been violated while her daughter’s corpse lay nearby. 

Henry had always assumed that after enduring such trauma, Isabella might simply give up and end her own life. 

Yet she had survived through sheer force of will. 

Outsiders claimed he had been her savior, rescuing her from hell itself. 

But only he knew the truth-his superficial post marriage care had provided little real comfort to Isabella. 

Her emergence from that abyss had been entirely due to her own extraordinary strength. 

Henry wasn’t sure when his own feelings had begun to shift, but today had crystallized the change with brutal clarity. 

This afternoon, seeking to defend Sophia’s “honor,” he had struck Isabella-still weak from her miscarriage-and sent her crashing to 

the floor. 

He had seen that pool of crimson blood soaking the white bedding. 

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Yet he had still carried Sophia out in his arms, as if possessed. 

The moment they’d left the room, regret had begun gnawing at him 

Because he had witnessed everything-Isabella’s hand had never actually made contact with Sophia’s face. 

More damning still, as he’d carried Sophia out, he’d caught that triumphant smile she’d directed at Isabella. 

After so many years navigating the business world, how could he not understand the machinations between women? 

So after fulfilling that long promised gesture to Sophia, Henry had genuinely intended to return to his family. 

After all these years of marriage, he’d grown accustomed to resilient Isabella always waiting for him at home. 

But just when he’d decided to turn back, Quinn was telling him that this woman-who had survived so many lethal blows-was dead… 

“Henry, what do we do now? You need to make a decision-Isabella’s body is still in the hospital morgue…” 

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Before Quinn could finish speaking, Henry’s palm cracked across his face. 

Henry glared at his subordinate of over a decade with bloodshot eyes, his voice a hoarse snarl: 

You bastard-since when do you have the right to speak her name so casually?” 

The blow stunned Quinn completely. 

When Isabella had first married Henry, he had respectfully addressed her as “Mrs. Foster.” 

But Henry himself had instructed him to simply use her given name from then on. 

Having served as his personal secretary for so many years, Quinn wasn’t slow to catch the shift in dynamics. 

He bowed repeatedly in apology: 

Forgive me, Mr. Foster. Mrs. Foster’s remains are still in the hospital morgue. Given how that video incident has the entire capital 

uzzing, news of her death will spread quickly. I’m concerned someone might… desecrate her body…” 

This formal address made Henry’s heart ache. 

le realized he’d perhaps been too harsh with Quinn-after all, he himself had insisted on that casual familiarity 

But there was no time for further discussion with Quinn, because his words had sent cold sweat streaming down Henry’s back 

He shoved Quinn aside and started the car. 

The moment the engine roared to life, Quinn’s phone began ringing urgently 

Quinn jumped into the car and activated speakerphone. 

A doctor’s trembling voice came through 

“Mr. Quinn, we have a problem-Mrs. Foster’s body has been stolen.” 

Watching Quinn’s face drain of color, Henry slammed his fist against the steering wheel and let loose a string of profanity. 

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My Herus for this Nitch? Fine I Cradled Their Heir in a Beast’s Maw! 

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The car’s horn blared shrilly. 

Henry floored the accelerator and raced toward the hospital.