Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 369

Zayn reached out and took Lindsey's hands into his. He did not answer her question and only asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Lindsey shook her head. It actually hurt a little, but she did not want Zayn to be worried.

"Let’s go down for breakfast." Zayn stood up, then leaned down and picked Lindsey up. Then, he carried her out the door.

When Lindsey was carried by Zayn, she saw the thick socks on her feet and her blurred mind finally cleared up a bit. Her memories from last night came flooding back.

She remembered that she had gone out in the middle of the night, but why? Lindsey was somewhat dumbfounded as Zayn carried her downstairs and tried to recall last night's events.

"That's right." Lindsey finally remembered. "The baby..."

Zayn looked down at Lindsey. His eyes were asking her what was wrong?

"Zayn, don't you feel it?" Lindsey asked him, "I think he just got lost. Let's look for him properly. He'll come back."

Lindsey's serious look and conviction stabbed Zayn hard in the chest.

How could he come back? The child was gone. He saw the bloody mess with his own eyes. He was the one who ordered the child to be cremated, and he was the one who collected his ashes little by little. So, how could he ever come back?

Zayn’s chest was surging with a flurry of emotions, but he said nothing and only nodded gently. "Mm, let’s eat first."

Lindsey was now completely immersed in her own thoughts and kept wandering off during breakfast. She constantly told Zayn that she could feel that the baby was still around.

Besides coaxing her to eat, Zayn did not say another word.

After Lindsey finally finished her food, Zayn exhaled a deep breath and brought her to the living room.

"I wanna find him." Lindsey looked at him with pleading eyes.

Zayn did not know how he could look into Lindsey's eyes, so he simply turned his head. "You still haven’t recovered yet. Let’s wait for the doctor to do a checkup, then we’ll look for him together."

Lindsey was delighted. "Okay!"

Zayn had made an appointment with Lester at 1:00 pm and he arrived at the villa on time.

Lester was not wearing a lab coat, but he had a natural affinity with people. Once he sat down, he had already made Lindsey relax her guard around him.

Zayn was with Lindsey throughout the session. Lester's treatment method was more like a casual chat.

Most of the time, Lester guided Lindsey to talk. When he heard Lindsey say that she wanted to find her child and that the child was just lost, he did not look surprised and even played along.

This conversation lasted for two hours. When it was over, Zayn sent Lester out.

Only then did Lester tell Zayn about his diagnosis. "This is only the beginning. Your wife’s condition may become more severe in the future. She’s still logical and eloquent. This indicates that she’s just unwilling to accept the death of her child, so she keeps hinting at it. If possible, I think the patient needs hypnotherapy so that she could accept this calmly in her subconscious mind."

"Okay."

Zayn could also tell that Lindsey was in denial, but would hypnosis really work?

He knew too well that if he could not accept this matter, Lindsey would not either.

"I didn't say you’re crazy." Zayn went up to grab her shoulders. "Listen to me."

"I won't listen!" Lindsey broke away from his grasp. "I'm not sick!"

"I know you’re not. Lindsey, listen to me, please?" Zayn repeatedly tried to pull her in to explain, but Lindsey struggled frantically.

Lindsey’s arm was squeezed by him. She looked at Zayn with a painful expression. "You’re trying to tell me that it's all in my imagination, right?"

Without waiting for Zayn to answer, she added, "I'm his mother! I know it's not an illusion. He's right where he is and never left. We just lost him.

"Zayn, I don't want to see any doctor. All of you say that the baby’s gone and we’ll have another. No, it can't be! I want to find him. Otherwise, he’ll be scared and he’ll miss his mother."

Zayn looked at Lindsey in pain when Lindsey said the words, "Aren't you the baby's father? Don't you even want him? Don't you worry about him? If you don’t care about him, I’ll find him myself! Zayn Guggenheim, let's get a divorce!"

Finally, Zayn could not take it anymore and just exploded. He clutched Lindsey's arm harder until she was in pain. "He’s dead! Do you know what that means? He can't come back anymore. Don’t you get it? Lindsey, can you please just wake up from your fantasy?"

The doctor’s orders for him not to stimulate the patient, to try to obey her, to take care of her gently was all forgotten at that moment...

Zayn had not heard the word “divorce” in so long. Did Lindsey know what she was talking about?

Was their marriage, happiness, and feelings for each other supposed to be completely torn apart because their child was dead?

Was losing their child not enough punishment for him?