Hattie held her phone and froze.
Directly calling the emergency number was not an option; the call might go straight to Harry.
Hattie always had a belief, even though she was currently battered and bruised. She still believed that evil couldn’t suppress righteousness and that justice should not yield to darkness.
In her memory, the person she had met a few months ago named Max stood out as the epitome of justice.
She still remembered the words he had said to her that day. Even his name carried a sense of justice.
She had saved his phone number, as Hattie had a good memory. She deliberately didn’t save any notes on her phone to avoid Harry discovering it. And now, after several months had passed, she still remembered that string of numbers.
Hattie gripped the phone, her hand trembling. The lightweight device felt as heavy as a ton in her hand. She didn’t know if the trembling was due to panic or pain.
Suppressing the pain in her abdomen, Hattie summoned all her strength, which had been weakened by tormenting pain, and finally dialed the number.
Please, let him answer…
Because Hattie didn’t know if she had the strength to make a second call.
Luckily, Max answered the call.
“Who is this?”
“Mr. Brown, it’s Hattie. We met three months ago.”
“Miss Mason, I remember you. Why are you calling?”
“Mr. Brown, I hope you can help me. I’m currently in the hospital. Someone intentionally poisoned me to induce a miscarriage, and they want to evade criminal responsibility.”
As soon as Max realized it was a matter of public concern, his attitude turned serious. He asked several questions in detail, and Hattie answered each one.
She might not be able to handle Harry, but she refused to believe she couldn’t deal with Fiona.
Perhaps she would never be able to bring Harry to justice, but she would definitely make him suffer.
“Mr. Brown, do you know any journalists?”
The nurse looked on in shock. According to her understanding, she shouldn’t get involved in this matter. She should distance herself as far as possible and even grab her own phone immediately.
But after hearing what Hattie said, she was dumbfounded. Her body couldn’t keep up with her mind, and her mind couldn’t keep up with her hearing. She thought Hattie was going to call her family, but she didn’t expect her to call the police and ask for a journalist, as if planning a major event.
It was like the calm before a tsunami, with hidden undercurrents lurking in the haze, ready to surge out and engulf everyone on the surface at any moment.
Hattie didn’t hide anything because she knew that soon what she had just said would spread online, and many people would know about it. At this point, she didn’t care about saving face anymore.
After finishing the call, she hung up and struggled to hand the phone to the nurse. “Thank you.”
The nurse hesitated to take it, looking at Hattie with a pitiful gaze.
Just as she was about to grasp the phone, Hattie’s hand trembled, and the phone slipped from her grasp. Fortunately, she hadn’t extended her hand beyond the bed, so the phone didn’t fall to the ground.
At this moment, the nurse no longer cared about the phone because Hattie had already passed out.
Just a moment ago, she was alert and spoke clearly while reporting the incident to the police. Now, Hattie lay unconscious on the bed, her eyes tightly shut.
The nurse held Hattie’s hand. “Miss Mason!”
Hattie’s hand was icy cold, devoid of the warmth of a living person. It felt like touching ice. The nurse looked at her pale face, devoid of any color, and panicked. She quickly picked up the phone that had fallen on the floor and called the attending doctor.
Before the doctor arrived, the nurse cautiously lifted the covers. At just one glance, she let out a cry.
After being startled, Hattie’s pants were already stained red with blood. As she lifted the bedsheet, the smell of blood hit her face. Blood flowed incessantly, first staining the hospital gown, then the sheets beneath her, as if there was no end to it, as if it wanted to drain all the blood from her body.
Soon, hurried footsteps could be heard outside the door. The attending doctor lifted Hattie’s blanket and saw a pool of blood on the bed, causing everyone’s faces to change.
“This is not good. Take her to the emergency room.”
The nurse turned pale, her eyes reddened. She was genuinely scared. She stood there awkwardly, feeling out of place. She was afraid because Hattie, who had just thanked her tenderly moments ago, had died right before her eyes.
Hattie had just undergone an abortion procedure, and the bleeding should have been stopped. However, the doctor discovered a new wound below, the kind that would make anyone curse in anger.
In those curse words, the term “scum” was always present, but this behavior couldn’t even be called human. To call them “scum” would be an understatement.
After being taken to the resuscitation room, Hattie drifted in and out of consciousness. They say that the last sense to disappear before death is hearing, and she could still hear the people around her talking, which meant she was still alive.
In fact, every time she fainted from the pain, Hattie would feel a sense of unreality. Waking up from it felt as if she had gone through death.
Losing consciousness and losing willpower did feel like dying. In any case, it brought about a sense of panic.
And now, Hattie had become accustomed to the panic that came with fainting. She even thought it was good to faint, at least she wouldn’t see and worry about things.
Her ears were filled with noise, and Hattie faintly heard the doctors discussing her condition. It seemed that something was wrong below, excessive uterine bleeding. It would be difficult for her to conceive in the future, but that was a minor issue. If the treatment wasn’t effective and she didn’t rest properly during the recovery period, it could easily lead to cancer.
Cancer… It was just a possibility, but any form of cancer was too painful. Hattie didn’t want to die from cancer.
But with her current weak body, it was indeed easy for her to develop uterine cancer if she didn’t take good care of herself. Blood was still flowing down below, and Hattie could feel it clearly.
She remembered what Harry had done to her. Harry was an unpredictable factor. If he could do this to her in her current state, it would be even worse in the future.
Hattie struggled to open her eyes. It took all her strength, but when she finally managed to open them, her pupils were dilated, and her vision was blurry. She reached out and grabbed the nearest doctor.
The oxygen mask on her face had already formed a thick fog due to her labored breathing. She tried to open her mouth, but it felt as if a thorn was stuck in her throat. Hattie had never felt speaking to be so difficult before. For just a simple sentence, she needed to exhale with each word.
No wonder in those TV dramas, when they have tearful goodbyes, they always run out of breath halfway through a sentence.
Seeing that Hattie wanted to speak, the doctor she held onto leaned closer to her. “Miss Mason, is there something you want to say?”
Hattie impatiently opened her mouth and said each word clearly, “Remove my uterus for me.”
This was the best solution, one of the conclusions reached by the doctors during their discussion. The uterine bleeding couldn’t be stopped, and the best way was to remove the uterus.