When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Once the door was opened, Dante walked in first and I followed him inside.

This place seemed like a setting in a horror movie. Mirrors were installed everywhere. People who were unfamiliar with this place would definitely get lost in here.

After walking for a distance, we entered a big room. It seemed to be an operating suite, but this was bigger than any I had ever seen.

The only difference was that there were innumerable individual operation rooms. At a rough guess, it seemed to have at least a hundred of them.

Glancing into each of the rooms, I found that almost all the surgical beds were occupied, and all of them seemed to be female.

I instinctively turned to Dante and looked at him quizzically.

However, he did not say anything and kept walking forward. The further we went, the darker it got.

I initially thought that operating rooms were for people who needed treatment, but never had I expected these were for every female who entered this secret place.

There were doctors who were doing operations inside these rooms. They would perform abdominal incisions just like what they would do for cesarean section, put the prepacked kyanine into the women’s wombs, and sutured the incisions.

The surgery seemed simple but looking at it made me break out in a cold sweat.

footsteps came from behind us, and I was rudely

by us, I glanced at them out of curiosity. The

the stretcher was the lady who

to me and said in a cold tone, “Mr. Abe is a very punctual person. She was late for thirty minutes when she sent you down to the living room just

wave of guilt washed over me. I could not understand him for a moment. So, she was punished because she was late. Is that why she kept urging me to hurry up in the bedroom? Is that why her eyes were filled with resentment before she

who broke their rules, but she

my mouth, but no words

asked after a moment of

in time at the destination. But there are also women who passed

started to ring, and I suddenly thought of

my friends go through the same thing, too?”

eyebrow and

have the courage to continue

Giving birth itself is already a dangerous process that women have to go through. Besides, this is not childbirth at all. No one

No sane person could stomach the scene unfolding in front of my

these women here. I knew what they would encounter, but I could not do anything to help

I wanted to ask something, but I choked up. Taking a deep breath, I willed myself