Baby Alliance: Helping Daddy Get A Rich Mommy

Chapter 404 She Had a Miscarriage

Satan stood outside the emergency room, where he waited and waited… During that extended period of time, memories shared between Jude and him began to resurface in his mind. He recalled the first time he had met her, the first time he taught her to use a gun, the first time he taught her how to engage in close combat and other sorts of techniques…

His favorite memory was, of course, the recent days that they had spent together. Those were probably the happiest days of his life. She had nagged and clung onto him like a little child; she flirted with him and told him that she loved him… If only all of that were true, he thought. I had even pictured settling down with Jude.

I thought of how I could build a mansion for us—it would be a home for the both of us, and we could have children and start a family there. I can’t believe she betrayed me just when I was picturing all these lovely ideas in my mind.

The clock continued to tick as Satan stood rooted to his spot in front of the emergency room. All of a sudden, the doors were flung open. The nurse who walked out was covered in blood as well. “How horrible of you! How could you beat her up so badly?! She’s a woman, you know?!” The nurse was furious over the injustice she had witnessed.

Satan didn’t respond to her words at all. “How is the patient?”

nurse had encountered such a situation. Another female

jobs, and they had no right to meddle in anyone else’s

female doctor

I’ll tell you about the patient’s situation,” the doctor offered. The nurse was still fuming with rage, and she looked as if she was prepared to charge over and beat Satan up. The female

then stuck her hands into her coat pockets as she led Satan aside. “How is she?” Satan had to admit that he

in the past, but he had never felt terror until the moment he saw the blood that came from

now. We gave her a blood transfusion of 2000CC. She’s lucky that she has a common blood type—we might not have had enough blood

as she spoke. She was a young woman of about 30 years old, and she appeared to be exceptionally calm right then. However, she was a woman herself—it was only natural for her to pity the patient on the bed who

once he