I pulled my hand away from his grasp, refusing to respond to anything he said. He didn’t seem angry. Instead, he started taking care of me during my hospital stay, acting attentive and gentle.
But I couldn’t shake the unease. Something was definitely wrong. Oscar’s sudden kindness didn’t sit right with me. It felt like the calm before a storm.
In the meantime, his parents quickly found out about the loss of the baby. They were devastated, not for me or the child, but for themselves. They called me in tears, lamenting the loss of their grandson and rushed over to see me.
But I could see that their true concern was whether or not I could still get pregnant.
I overheard them talking with Oscar outside my hospital room. Their voices were hushed, but I caught enough to understand the gist of their conversation. Eventually, Oscar came into the room, his expression carefully neutral.
“Baby,” he began, his voice soft but rehearsed. “My mother said the wedding date should be postponed now that... well, now that you’re no longer pregnant. They think we should increase the dowry by 500,000 yuan to make sure we can afford IVF in the future.”