Chapter 253
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 253<\/p>\n
When I woke up, I found myself on my bed.<\/p>\n
Steven is sitting next to me. His countenance is severe.<\/p>\n
I regain my consciousness and know very well what happened before I fainted. In my sleep, even my breathing was hurting me. Now I feel that I have nothing left to live for.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe baby was buried,\u201d Steven said slowly after staring at me for a while.<\/p>\n
The word stabbed at my heart so hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019d better get more rest. You were almost bleeding to death. If I hadn’t come in time, you would\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came in time! If I had been accompanied by you it wouldn\u2019t have happened!\u201d I yelled at him. \u201cYou are supposed to be with me when I do the check-up every month, but where are you? And how\u2019d Frances know I got pregnant? How\u2019d he find here? You must\u2019ve told him!\u201d<\/p>\n
It\u2019s quite clear to me that Steven is the last one to blame for, but I can\u2019t control myself. I think selfishly and stubbornly that maybe it will make me feel better to blame someone. Steven, however, doesn\u2019t have to endure all this.<\/p>\n
\u201cJane, no shouting. You are in confinement after giving birth. Protect your voice and be in a good mood.\u201d Mom walked in.<\/p>\n
\u201cGiving birth? Where\u2019s my baby? Where?\u201d I cried. I am falling into despair.<\/p>\n
Mom looks at me with concern, tears dropping from her eyes. Then she wiped away her tears and walked out.<\/p>\n
Then Steven and I go to visit the tomb. No picture on the gravestone. The date of birth is July 11, 2017, the same as the date of death.<\/p>\n
Tears well from my eyes, and Steven holds my shoulder gently and gets me in his arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy kid\u2026was killed by Frances Louis before he was brought to this world. Steven, my heart is aching. I hate him. I want to cut him into pieces.\u201d I said, grinding my teeth.<\/p>\n
I have thought seriously about going after my kid when I lost him. But I hate Frances so much that I have to stay alive to see the murderer get punished. I won\u2019t just let it go. Frances Louis will pay for what he has done.<\/p>\n
I clench my fists, sit up straight and say firmly, \u201cSteven, let\u2019s go back to Virginia.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-277","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/277","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=277"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}