Dulcina Calvo’s heart except contracted violently at the sight of the motherwort.
Dulcina Calvo was a physician, though not a professional obstetrician and gynecologist, but she had the common sense that motherwort had the effect of activating blood circulation and resolving blood stasis, and if pregnant women took motherwort, even for a long time, a premarriage would occur.
Dulcina Calvo unconsciously bent down and rummaged through the other medicines. There was another bottle of medicine whose main ingredient was a steroid hormone, and there were others in the bag, but Dulcina Calvo didn’t dare investigate them.
Those containing steroids were usually contraceptives, while motherwort was for circulation and blood stasis. The small bottle of pills Dulcina Calvo was holding fell abruptly to the floor.
Dulcina Calvo’s mind went blank.
If Esteban Zaragosa didn’t want to have a baby, she could have told him, why did she have to give him those pills?
Tears of anguish welled up in Dulcina Calvo’s eyes, and a stabbing pain pierced her heart.
A moment ago she had foolishly believed herself to be the happiest person in the world, but at this moment it was as if she had fallen into an ice cellar …
In the study, Esteban Zaragosa suddenly remembers that the bag of medicine he had left in the kitchen was not hidden, and that if Dulcina went to the kitchen to get food, she would easily find it.
The man gets up and strides out of the study.
But when he saw Dulcina Calvo standing in the kitchen, with a jar of motherwort pellets falling at her feet, Esteban Zaragosa’s eyebrows jumped.
“Dulcina…”
Dulcina Calvo lifted her small face and looked straight at him with reddened eyes, “If you don’t want children, you can communicate with me, why are you doing this behind my back without telling me?”
“Dulcina, let me explain.”
Esteban Zaragosa became anxious and went over to her and hugged her, speaking to her sharply, “I didn’t want our baby, I’m glad more than anyone that you’re pregnant and I don’t want you to take those pills. But…”
“But what’s the explanation for these pills?”
Normally Dulcina Calvo was rarely angry, but in this case she was really angry and even Esteban Zaragosa’s gaze turned cold.
The lump in Esteban Zaragosa’s throat slipped and he finally spoke slowly, “The baby is long gone and you should know that you need to take these pills to regulate it after an abortion. How could I not love our baby? It is even more unlikely that I would harm our child.”
Dulcina Calvo’s lips parted slightly and her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Esteban Zaragosa, slightly stunned, “What did you just say…? Esteban Zaragosa, don’t lie to me, this joke is not funny.”
Esteban Zaragosa gently wiped the tears from her face with his fingertips, looking at her with tender compassion, his eyes full of guilt.
“I’m sorry Dulcina, I didn’t protect you and the baby. At the time Orlondo Marta kidnapped you, injected you with many forbidden drugs and made you take poison, when I got you back you had a miscarriage, I wanted so much to keep our baby, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t. Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
Dulcina Calvo, with tears falling from her eyes and a thick nasal sound in her voice, sobbed, “But I felt him still in my belly … I didn’t feel him go … Esteban Zaragosa you are wrong … I am not lying … I really feel it still in my belly … don’t believe me feel it oooooo…”
Dulcina Calvo took Esteban Zaragosa’s hand and pressed it against her belly, finally she cried like a crybaby, sobbing uncontrollably, Esteban Zaragosa took the child in his arms, caressing her delicate trembling back with his big hands, and said in a muffled voice: “Don’t cry, our baby must have become an angel He will come back when we try.”
“Esteban Zaragosa I’m so sorry…”
Dulcina Calvo clung to the collar of Esteban Zaragosa’s shirt with both hands, her face buried in the man’s chest, and she cried for a long, long time, Esteban Zaragosa felt a great wetness in his chest, those warm tears, gradually turned cold, Esteban Zaragosa raised his arm, his large, thin hand finally fell to the back of her head on the back of her head, gently rubbing the soft strands of her hair.
The man lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice muffled and soft, “We’ll have children again, and when you’re well, we’ll have them whenever you want them, okay?”
“But I’m still so sad … ooo … Esteban Zaragosa you know … that although he only lived inside me for three short months, but I feel like I got used to him, and now all of a sudden … all of a sudden he’s gone… ooo…”