Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 944 Losing Her Child

I felt like I had been struck by lightning, freezing in place as a chill enveloped me.

Ivanna was too impulsive! At this age, couldn't she think more empathetically? Couldn't she consider what she could do to fight for herself?

I sensed an unprecedented sense of helplessness.

Seeing me standing there like a statue, the medical assistant seemed a bit startled. She looked at me and asked, "Are you okay? Do you feel unwell? Do you need help?"

I collected myself, shook my head numbly, and weakly asked, "How long ago did she leave?"

She seemed a bit perplexed by my question. "Are you talking about Ivanna?"

I nodded.

She responded indifferently, "She left quite a while ago."

I thanked her in a soft voice. She just raised an eyebrow and continued with her work, paying no further attention to me.

As I turned around in a daze, I pondered. She must have gone home by now. At this moment, she must be feeling lonely and helpless, needing care more than ever.

thoughts, I ran out of the hospital, quickly got back into the car, and headed straight

again. She answered right away, "Did you find

indeed went to the hospital." My tone was somber, tinged with a sense of

happened? Did she...?" Lauren couldn't help but

just sighed, unable to find words

Why did I sleep? I shouldn't have been

she was lamenting and blaming herself, I suddenly heard

Why did

listened more intently, the voice was

heard Lauren's regretful voice continuing, "How is she now? She's too impulsive. Sooner or later, she'll regret it. Ah. It's all

choice So what can we do? I'm on my way back to Amethyst Apartments now.

and then stepped on the gas pedal hard,

to Amethyst Apartments, I stopped the car and ran upstairs. I had

I burst out of the elevator and pounded on the door with all my

houses. I remembered both sets of keys were in my bag, but why couldn't I find them? The more anxious I became, the more I couldn't find them. Just when I was

I was instantly petrified.

was pale-faced, wearing a nightgown that exposed her legs and feet. She stared at me helplessly, like a child who had

grabbed her.