When the pain reached its extreme, Elisa could barely speak. Her eyes half-closed, she took a deep breath and began coughing softly. Each cough pulled at her abdomen, intensifying the throbbing pain. At that moment, she finally understood what it meant to feel her stomach being twisted like a knife, her heart being sliced.
A mouthful of blood choked in her throat and finally spurted out, mixing with tears as it rolled down her chin and onto her neck, wetting half of her face and staining her clothes a deep red.
The intense crimson color on Elisa’s face stung Hamish’s eyes. Ignoring everything else, he drove forward frantically.
A terrible premonition suddenly surged in his heart, causing him to tremble with fear just at the thought of it. He could sense that he had lost something crucial in that moment.
Halfway to their destination, Hamish saw an ambulance approaching and immediately steered to the side, stopping the car. The ambulance recognized the license plate and came to a halt. Several medical personnel brought out a stretcher and rushed Elisa into the ambulance for urgent treatment.
Inside the villa, chaos reigned. Blood stains marked the staircase, while Lila sat on the living room couch, a cold smirk playing on her lips as she recalled the scene that had just unfolded. The illegitimate child in Elisa’s belly was unlikely to survive.
Mrs. Gordon’s brow twitched with nervousness as she looked at Lila and asked, “Miss Morris, what should we do now?”
“Wait,” Lila replied, her smirk fading. “Clean up the blood. It looks disgusting. Also, open the windows for some fresh air.”
Mrs. Gordon hesitated for a moment, then said, “And what about the surveillance cameras? It was her idea, but I’m afraid something might go wrong with them.”
“Don’t worry, I deliberately chose a blind spot where Hamish won’t notice anything.”
Mrs. Gordon breathed a sigh of relief and turned to clean up the bloodstains. Lila stared at Mrs. Gordon’s retreating figure, her once delicate face gradually turning sinister, her gaze resembling that of a venomous snake, sending shivers down one’s spine.
If Elisa’s unborn child was indeed Hamish’s, then there would be a good show to watch next. And if it was, then her death would be well-deserved.
Lila lowered her gaze and looked at her own fingers. She had heard that a miscarriage could cause significant harm to a woman’s body. She wondered if Elisa would be able to endure it.
At Bankshire Hospital, Hamish followed behind the ambulance, parking the car outside the designated area and rushing after it.
Elisa wore an oxygen mask on her face, her complexion even paler than before in the car. She resembled a fragile crystal doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.
He grabbed a passing nurse and asked, “How is she doing?”
The nurse tried to maintain a calm expression, but her eyes betrayed her nervousness. “Miscarriage, the situation is not good, it’s possible…”
She didn’t finish her sentence, but Hamish could guess what she wanted to say. It was also the result he had feared and couldn’t accept during the car ride.
Elisa was pregnant. She was carrying his child, and he had personally ended its life.
The nurse didn’t have time to console the man. In a hurry, she followed the others to prepare the emergency room.
Inside the operating room, Elisa lay on the surgical table, struggling to breathe, each breath pulling at her abdomen like a knife, shattering every piece of bone inside her.
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, quickly turning damp, as if soaked in cold water after a short while.
She couldn’t speak, her teary eyes squinted into slits, relying solely on her remaining willpower. Oxygen was supplied through the mask, but she still felt suffocated. She felt like a fish stranded on a beach, gasping for breath in its dying struggles.
“Ugh,” Elisa’s complexion grew increasingly pale, her lips losing their color and turning a bluish hue. A painful sob escaped her throat.
The pain was unbearable, both physically and mentally. It was excruciating.
Outside the operating room, Hamish had already signed the surgical consent form for the second time. Compared to the first time, he had gained some experience and consoled himself that Elisa would be fine.
His palms were icy cold, and the sticky cold sweat soaked the palm of his hand, making it uncomfortable to hold onto.
The doctor’s words kept replaying in his mind. “The patient’s miscarriage is a dangerous situation.”
He signed the surgery agreement and handed it to the nurse in front of him, saying, “Save the baby.”
The nurse could only manage to say, “We’ll do our best.”
Waitingoutside the emergency room was the most agonizing time. Hamish glanced up at the clock, noticing that the hospital’s time was always a minute behind.
Hattie was on duty at the hospital today. As she passed by the emergency room, she suddenly recognized the man standing at the door. She had a mild case of prosopagnosia, but after checking her phone, she confirmed that he was Hamish, Elisa’s husband.
He stood there, and she wondered who was being rescued inside.
Hattie went to the nurse’s station, logged in, and searched for Elisa’s information. As expected, the latest case appeared: an accidental miscarriage.
She had promised Micah to take good care of Elisa at the hospital, and now that something significant had happened, she couldn’t just ignore it.
Hattie quickly went to disinfect herself and changed into surgical attire.
Hamish watched as a doctor entered the emergency room, his heart beating with unease. His clenched fist made a cracking sound.