"I don’t know," Yolanda Greenwood shook her head, faintly rembering this wasn’t the first ti Lola Gold had asked her this question, but she still couldn’t provide a precise answer.
Lola Gold sighed softly, thought of sothing, and suddenly asked, "Then what about Cooper Coldson?"
"Cooper Coldson?" Yolanda frowned, her response quick, "Probably not anymore."
"You, you..." Lola hesitated for a mont but swallowed the rest of her words.
She always felt that on this matter, not knowing was more hurtful than probably not.
Affections can’t be forced, she always said she wanted to help Noah Coldson, but she also understood her ability to help was very limited.
The two fell silent as they went upstairs. When they reached the front door, they both froze in place.
Yolanda, worried, glanced at Lola Gold and then coldly asked the person at the door, "What are you doing here?"
Christopher Coldson, unexpectedly waiting at the door, looked pale and his eyes lacked spirit. He ignored Yolanda and only looked at Lola Gold, "I need to talk to you for a mont."
"No ti," Lola coldly refused, stepping forward to enter her ho.
Christopher Coldson grabbed her arm abruptly, "Just a few words, it won’t take long."
"What are you doing, Christopher Coldson?" Yolanda got angry as she tried to pull Christopher’s hand away, "Let go, coming and going as you please. When Lola wanted to talk, you ignored her. Who do you think you are?"
Christopher Coldson, who seed much thinner, had his jaw set tight. He still focused on Lola Gold, "Just a talk, just a few words."
"Christopher, if you keep bothering , I’m calling the police," Yolanda took out her phone.
Christopher Coldson still didn’t let go, and even shalessly said, "Unless they lock up for life, I’ll still co."
"Forget it," Lola Gold shook her head at Yolanda, "Yolanda, you go ahead."
"Lola..."
"It’s fine, go ahead." Lola looked at Christopher Coldson, "I’ll give you five minutes right here."
Seeing this, Yolanda sighed deeply and went inside first.
Outside, Christopher Coldson stared unwaveringly at Lola Gold, "What’s with the Monts post?"
"What Monts post?" Lola was unclear.
"The wedding dress photo in Monts," Christopher unconsciously tightened his grip, "Who did you take wedding photos with?"
These days, he hadn’t been eating well, sleeping well; he was sowhat out of it.
This afternoon, he finally managed to sleep for a while, but woke up to see Lola had posted a wedding dress photo in Monts.
It was like a buzzing noise exploded in his head, and he instantly ca to his senses.
He rembered Lola had said she would make him regret, was she going to marry soone else?
That mont, Christopher Coldson couldn’t wait a second longer and imdiately took a cab here, waiting for Lola to return.
Lola smiled, "It has nothing to do with you."
"Lola, don’t ss around," Christopher looked at her almost pleadingly, "Just give a little more ti. I won’t marry Randy Carter, I will take responsibility for you and the child in your belly, trust ."
"That’s ridiculous," Lola forcefully pulled back her arm, "My child? Who told you I was pregnant?"
Christopher Coldson’s face was already pale, and at her words, it turned even whiter, "What do you an?"
"What? Can’t understand plain words?" Lola articulated clearly, "Just like you heard, I am not pregnant now, nor will I ever be."
She turned around to go back.
Christopher Coldson stepped forward again to stop her, "Lola Gold, I’m warning you, don’t do anything rash."
He quickly glanced at Lola Gold’s belly, "If you dare abort this child..."
"What then?" Lola Gold laughed angrily, "What? Do you, Christopher Coldson, have the magical ability to put the child back in ?"
Christopher Coldson’s legs almost gave way, and he nearly fell to the ground, "Did you really do it?"
"Let go of ." Lola Gold pulled her arm back and took a step away from Christopher Coldson, "I’m telling you again, it has nothing to do with you, and I have no right to tell you."
After saying that, she turned and left.
Christopher Coldson could barely stand, leaning against the wall, he threatened with the last of his strength, "Lola Gold, if you dare abort the child, I won’t let it end!"
With a "bang," the door was forcefully shut.
Outside the door, Christopher Coldson could no longer hold on, his body slowly slid down, and he collapsed to the ground.
He forcefully grabbed his own hair and then began to furiously hit his head, "Bastard, bastard, what have you done, what have you done!"
Tears spread wildly, and he felt as if half of his soul had been ripped away.
Inside, Lola Gold covered her mouth tightly, her heart was also in pain.
But twice, Christopher Coldson had hurt her twice, she really couldn’t persuade herself to trust him again.
Once, she had thought of him as a haven that sheltered her from the storms of life, only to find that the greatest storms were brought by him.
"Lola, are you alright?" Yolanda Greenwood ca out of the room when she heard the noise.
She rushed over to Lola Gold, "Lola, what did Christopher Coldson say to you? Don’t cry, stop crying."
Lola Gold bit her lips hard, shaking her head desperately, whatever Christopher Coldson said didn’t matter anymore, because no matter what he said, she would never accept him again.
"Lola, get up, I’ll help you to the couch to sit for a while." Yolanda Greenwood tried to pull Lola Gold.
Lola Gold tried her best to stand up, but felt her legs were completely weak, she seed to have lost all support, and couldn’t stand steadily.
"Co, let help you." Yolanda Greenwood wouldn’t give up.
She finally helped Lola Gold up, but suddenly saw blood beneath Lola Gold.
Her eyes widened in shock, "Lola, how do you feel?"
Lola Gold had also seen the blood, and she looked bewildered, "I don’t know, I don’t know what to do. Yolanda, what should we do?"
"Don’t be scared, I’m calling 120 right away, Lola, don’t be scared." Yolanda Greenwood imdiately dialed 120.
Fifteen minutes later, Yolanda Greenwood accompanied Lola Gold onto the ambulance, heading straight for the Won’s and Children’s Hospital.
On the way, Lola Gold seed much calr, lying on the stretcher, she tightly held Yolanda Greenwood’s hand, "Is the baby not going to make it?"
"Not at all, not at all." Actually, Yolanda Greenwood also had no assurance, as Lola Gold had lost quite a bit of blood.
"It’s mostly not going to make it." The nurse sighed, "Why don’t you young girls take more care? The one in your belly is a life, a living person!"
"Big sister, don’t talk anymore." Yolanda Greenwood shook her head at the nurse.
The nurse turned her head away, "Just hope for the best."
"It’s okay, Lola, trust , it will be alright." Yolanda Greenwood firmly said.
Lola Gold forced a smile, "It’s okay, Yolanda, I only had a connection with this child for seven weeks anyway. Ending it early is also not bad."
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