In My Desperate Time

Chapter 253: Despair

When I woke up, I found myself on my bed.

Steven is sitting next to me. His countenance is severe.

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.

“The baby was buried,” Steven said slowly after staring at me for a while.

The word stabbed at my heart so hard.

“You’d better get more rest. You were almost bleeding to death. If I hadn't come in time, you would…”

be with me when I do the check-up every month, but where are you? And how’d Frances know

blame for, but I can’t control myself. I think selfishly and stubbornly that maybe it will make me feel better to blame someone. Steven, however, doesn’t have to

Protect your voice and be

my baby? Where?” I cried. I am falling into

looks at me with concern, tears dropping from her eyes. Then she wiped away her tears

silently no matter how badly I scold him. He left after few

during the month of confinement. Even I managed to take a few mouthfuls, I spit it out

skinny, her cheeks sunken, eyes are hollow and her

with a heart full of holes at the age of twenty-five. I seem ready to be put into the coffin. Nothing is worthwhile to

yourself. You know it matters.” Mom passes me a

said softly, “where’s the baby? I

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