Policen entered first. They went in to ask so questions.
When the rescue team arrived that day, they only found Yvette lying in blood.
Yvette had just woken up, and she was very weak. Her tongue had not recovered yet, so she could not say too much.
After the policen left, Ellen went in.
Seeing the purplish-red color on Yvette’s cheeks, Ellen cried so hard. Ellen wanted to hug Yvette but was afraid of touching the wounds. Ellen could not help but hold the bedside and cry.
When Ellen cald down, she tried to comfort Yvette. but she did not know where to start.
Yvette’s eyes were red like a rabbit’s. She had cried too much when she was unconscious.
Ellen looked at Yvette. Ellen felt like crying again, and she said, "Yvette, if you are unhappy, vent it out."
Ellen’s expectation for this baby was no less than that of Yvette.
They had already agreed that Ellen would be the baby’s godmother when the baby was born.
But now...
As she thought of the poor baby, Ellen’s eyes turned red, and her heart ached.
However, Yvette reached out and touched Ellen’s face. She pointed at Ellen’s face and asked, "What happened?"
It sounded like Yvette’s throat had been burned and had not yet recovered. In addition, her tongue was injured, so her voice was unpleasing.
Although Ellen had used the best facial cream, a scar ford on her face.
Fortunately, it was between her cheekbone and her ear. It was almost unnoticeable when she covered it with her hair.
Unexpectedly, Yvette noticed it at a glance. Ellen cried again and said angrily, "Is it ti for you to care about ?"
Yvette was covered in wounds. She didn’t ntion her suffering after waking up, but to care about Ellen’s face.
Why did Yvette, such a kind person, have to suffer?
Ellen lied that she had fallen. Yvette patted the back of Ellen’s hand as comfort.
Ellen shared so good news with Yvette, hoping that Yvette would feel better.
After listening to Ellen, Yvette smiled faintly.
Ellen felt uncomfortable. Yvette was in a strange state!
It could be told at a glance that Yvette was very sad, but she looked calm and collected. She was not hysterical and did not ntion the baby.
Ellen looked at Yvette, wondering what Yvette was thinking. Ellen asked tentatively, "Lance..."
Before Ellen could finish her words, Yvette turned her face away. Yvette did not want to hear about Lance.
Only then did Ellen relax. Yvette had hard feelings, which ant that her ntal state was normal.
Ellen stayed in the ward till a nurse ca to remind her that Yvette needed to rest more.
Ellen left reluctantly and promised to co back tomorrow.
When the ward door closed, Yvette’s gentle expression disappeared and was replaced by a depressed and low cry.
She twisted the quilt and cried her heart out. Her throat made a hoarse sound. Her voice was wrapped in despair, and it was particularly hoarse and unpleasing.
Could it be that this was the punishnt from the heavens for her?
It was a punishnt for her wanting to keep happiness that did not belong to her.
Yvette hated herself for being greedy.
If she could leave earlier, the baby would be fine.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs.
On the door handle, appeared a fair and good-looking hand.
Every finger of the hand was gently trembling.
The crying in the sick room was like a sharp needle that pierced into Lance’s heart. He lost the courage to open the door.
He turned around and leaned against the wall. Even breathing felt laborious.
It was very late at night when Lance finally went in. Yvette had already fallen asleep under the care of the nurse.
Lance made a shushing gesture to the nurse and signaled the nurse to leave.
Lance sat by the bed and looked at Yvette’s profile without blinking.
In just a few days, her cheekbones beca protruding. She was extrely thin and almost invisible in the small quilt.
He reached out to touch her hair. But Yvette dodged.
After waking up from unconsciousness, no matter how hard Yvette tried, she could not fall asleep anymore.
She desired to sleep and dream, as it was the only way to see her baby.
However, she had never dread of the baby again.
She pretended to sleep because she felt sorry to keep the nurse busy. She wanted the nurse to get so sleep.
Therefore, she knew that Lance ca in.
The familiarness with the cold fragrance was so deep that it had been carved into her bones.
She did not want to speak, so she continued to pretend to be asleep. However, when he stretched out his hand, the disgust that ca from the bottom of her heart made her unable to continue pretending.
Lance’s voice was hoarse when he called, "Yvette."
"Get out." Yvette was calm and cold. She was unwilling to say another word to him.
"I was wrong, Yvette. I never expected that. If I knew it was true, I definitely wouldn’t..."
Yvette didn’t want to hear his hypocritical confession. She calmly interrupted him and said, "You must be very happy that the baby is gone."
The few words were like poisoned arrows. They shot into Lance’s heart, and it was painful inside his body.
He would rather let Yvette hit him.
Compared to these words, physical assaults would make him feel a hundred tis better.
But Yvette never thought of hitting Lance. He was no longer worthy of her wasting any more energy.
She closed her eyes. "Go out. We will talk about the divorce tomorrow."
Her words were motionless, with a determination that could not be overturned.
Lance grabbed her hand. His face was unnaturally pale, and his voice was hoarse. "Yvette, I swear that I will definitely believe you in the future. We will still have children in the future."
At the ntion of children, Yvette turned and slapped him very hard.
Yvette was burned in anger with extre pain. "Lance, you have not qualified! You are not even qualified to ntion my baby!"
Lance undertook the slap and even hoped that Yvette would beat him up again to vent her anger.
In Lance’s understanding, it ant there was still room for negotiation.
"Yvette, you can do whatever you want to vent your anger."
"I told you, I want to divorce," Yvette said coldly.
Hearing this, Lance subconsciously refused, "Divorce is not possible!"
Yvette said calmly, "You will."
Because she would do everything she could to trade the divorce.
Hearing Yvette’s confident tone, Lance was flustered.
"Yvette, give a chance. I will modify everything that you are not satisfied with. I will perfect myself until you are satisfied. Can we start over again?"
Yvette suddenly smiled. She looked broken and beautiful.
"After you left for Yazmin when I was pregnant...
"After I begged you to save our baby but you ignored it...
"After our child was beaten to death, and you want to start over with ?"
Was there anything more ironic in the world?
Her tone was calm, but Lance felt like blood was dripping from each word.
"How would you forgive ?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"If you die." Yvette stared at him.
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