Chapter 5

Sylvia's POV

"Blood!"

The bodyguard backed away in terror.

"Why is she bleeding?"

Another one panicked too.

"We didn't even touch her."

I was also dazed.

The severe pain made my consciousness blur.

I looked blankly at the rapidly expanding pool of blood beneath me.

A huge, ominous premonition enveloped me.

With trembling hands, I touched my lower abdomen. The wet, sticky sensation made my whole body go cold.

I... I was pregnant?

I was actually pregnant?

I was an experienced obstetrician, yet in the daily mental torture, I'd overlooked my own physical condition.

At this most unbearable, most desperate moment, the life I'd desperately wanted to surprise Hudson with, the life we were supposed to nurture together, had quietly arrived and just as quietly left me.

Immense grief and physical agony intertwined, making me cry out in pain.

"What do we do? With this much blood, will she die?"

The bodyguards completely panicked. They'd only wanted to "play around"-they hadn't expected to cause a death.

The lead bodyguard's face went pale as he dialed Hudson's number.

"Mr. Hope, something's wrong. That Dr.... the attending physician is bleeding heavily, there's blood everywhere, she looks like she's dying!"

Hudson's tone was cold, even annoyed.

"She's just a doctor. If she dies, she dies. What's all the fuss about? New York has plenty of good doctors-we won't miss her. Clean it up and don't dirty the hospital. Bad luck!"

Hudson's words stabbed into what remained of my consciousness.

My child with him...

In his words, didn't even qualify as "bad luck."

The bodyguards looked at the pool of blood still expanding beneath me. None of them dared touch me again.

Finally, they threw me into the emergency stairwell like garbage and quickly fled.

The heavy smell of blood filled my nostrils.

My body felt hollowed out with pain and weakness. The blood kept flowing.

I kept passing out from pain and waking up again.

But I couldn't die here.

I used every last bit of strength to drag my heavy body out of the emergency stairwell, crawling inch by inch.

Blood left a long, glaring trail behind me.

I didn't know where I was going.

Every step felt like walking on knife points. Every breath pulled at the severe pain in my abdomen.

Just as I was about to collapse, my phone rang.

The name that once made my heart flutter appeared on the screen-Hudson.

I answered with my blood-stained hand, trembling as I held it to my ear.

I wanted to ask him:

Hudson, why are you bullying me? Didn't you say you'd treat me well for life?

I wanted to tell him:

Hudson, our baby is gone.

I'd really been looking forward to it for so long. I really wanted to have a child who looked like you.

But the words I wanted to say stuck in my throat after Hudson spoke.

"Sylvia, where are you? Come to Mary Hospital VIP suite immediately to take care of Cecilia. She's been frightened and needs someone with her."

"You graduated from a top medical school and you're an experienced doctor-you know how to comfort pregnant women."

Realizing his tone was too harsh, Hudson explained.

"When Cecilia was in the psychiatric hospital, she was... violated by another patient and got pregnant."

"That was my mistake. I need to take responsibility."

"She's emotionally unstable right now. You come take care of her-consider it helping me repay my debt."

I felt my mind go completely blank. All the blood in my body rushed to my head, then instantly froze to ice.

So that's it...

Even for the child in Cecilia's belly, he could fabricate such a disgusting yet "devoted" lie to cover it up.

Severe pain and blood loss made my mind fuzzy. My vision went dark, and I passed out.