Freya turned her head, “I’ve already told you, don’t ask…”
Evan grabbed her arm, feeling a sense of foreboding.
He had to keep a calm facade.
“Tell me.” He lowered his voice.
Freya closed her swollen eyes, “You must have had guesses in your mind, haven’t you?”
Evan’s fingers slowly loosened. When he found Sacha, she was lying in the bushes not far from the car, in disarray.
“So, don’t ask.” Her own emotions were difficult to calm down, the discomfort was intense, so she spoke softly, “I will never leave her side. She doesn’t want to see you right now, so don’t show up in front of her. I’m afraid she will be triggered.”
Evan opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything.
He felt completely suppressed and gloomy.
Freya looked at him, feeling the pain in her heart.
“I will take care of her. She can’t be alone.” With that, Freya turned and entered the operating room.
She was the one who performed Sacha’s surgery. So, she knew exactly what had happened to Sacha.
Freya spoke softly, fearing she might trigger her, “I’ll push you back to the ward.”
Sacha, with hollow eyes, said nothing.
Freya quietly pushed her back to the ward, secured the bed, and brought a chair to sit beside her.
Sacha turned her body away from her.
Freya wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.
At this moment, all words of comfort seemed pale and powerless.
Words could no longer soothe her traumatized soul…
Dim light, a quiet room.
Sacha’s suppressed sobs were so clear.
Freya hoarsely said, “If you want to cry, go ahead, there’s no one here.”
Sacha’s voice gradually grew louder.
Her shoulders heaved violently.
From low sobbing to loud crying, it happened in an instant.
She covered herself with the blanket.
The room was filled with a heavy and painful atmosphere!
Freya could only silently accompany her to prevent her from doing anything foolish!
She cried for a long time.
It was almost dawn.
She was exhausted and fell asleep.
Freya didn’t dare to make a sound, afraid of waking her up.
She needed rest.
Otherwise, her body and mind would not be able to bear it.
At almost seven o’clock, the door of the ward was pushed open, and she looked up at the sound.
Freya thought it was Evan.
As she saw the person who entered, she stared at him blankly for a moment, then stood up the next second. Realizing she might have moved too quickly, she hurried to check on Sacha in bed.
Sacha hadn’t been awakened. Freya carefully walked up to Elijah, gestured for him to leave with her lips.
Elijah got out of the room.
Freya gently closed the door, and as she turned around, she threw herself into Elijah’s arms, holding him tightly, “Elijah.”
Elijah patted her back gently, “I panicked when I heard you cry, so I rushed back immediately.”
“Something happened.” She choked, “It’s because of me…”
When Elijah came in, he saw Evan.
Evan was sitting on the floor in a corner of the corridor. He hadn’t slept all night, disheveled and dejected.
“They wanted to arrest me. Sacha was afraid I would be caught, that’s why she said she was with me…”
Elijah knew Freya was emotionally disturbed right now, so he hugged her warmly, giving her a sense of comfort.
After a long while, Freya’s emotions slowly calmed down. She sniffed, raised her face, tears still hanging on her eyelashes, “What should I do?”
Elijah raised his hand, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes, “How bad is the situation, really?”
Freya’s lips were dry. She hadn’t had a sip of water since the incident occurred.
“She was… raped, and not by just one person… She lost her child because of it…”