Chapter 157 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

However, that voice kept haunting me like a curse. Again and again, it came to my ears.

In desperation, I shouted with all my strength, “Baby, Baby…”

There was a sudden pain in my heart. I drew in a deep breath and forced open my eyes. What I saw was a familiar whiteness all around.

I was surrounded by a group of doctors wearing white coats and masks.

Someone heaved a sigh of relief and said, “She’s finally awake, and she’s alive.”

“Well, it’s best to take precautions and transfer her to the intensive care unit. Observe the situation. If she stabilizes one day later, she can be transferred to the normal ward.”

“Yes, sir!”

In a daze, I was taken to the ward. My throat hurt, I had difficulty breathing, and I could not speak.

After the anesthesia wore off, my body began to ache everywhere, especially in the abdomen. It was the kind of pain that comes with every breath.

“The doctor said you can’t eat for these six hours, and you can only drink water. You can only eat after the effects of the anesthesia wear off.” The person who spoke was none other than Marcus.

Never had I imagined that he would be the one to appear. I had thought it would be Anthony or John, but he was the only one I had never thought of!

I could not speak, so I just looked at him with tears flowing from the corners of my eyes.

He seemed to understand what I was thinking. He sighed softly and said, “Take care of your health. In the future, you can still have kids.”

In that instant, I felt like my heart had been torn apart, and salt was being rubbed into my wounds. An intense pain started spreading, right to my bones.

Unable to control the pain in my heart, I began to tremble and sob. Marcus held my hand, his expression gloomy, and in his dark eyes was this deep bottomless pain.

Silently, he held my hand and let me cry. I did not know for how long, but I cried myself to sleep. He called me a few times as I dozed off. I responded in a daze and fell asleep again.

This catastrophe was indescribably painful, and the pain seemed to have no end. It felt like I had been physically broken into pieces and then joined back together again.

After three days of suffering, I was able to get down from the bed and speak a little. Pulling at Marcus’s sleeve, I spoke in a hoarse voice, “I want to see my child.”

With tears in my eyes, I said, “At the very least, let me see what he looks like.”

After carrying him in my womb for nine months, I wanted to see him face to face.

Marcus frowned, and his brows throbbed faintly as his veins pulsated noticeably, “In the morgue, I’ve handed him over to the hospital!”

“No!” I pleaded with a heart-rending voice, pulling at him as I shook my head, tears rolling down my face, “Don’t throw him away like this, please! He is my child. He had just come into the world. Even if he is… dead, as his mother, I should take care of the funeral.”

He knitted his brows while his dark eyes were filled with distress. “Okay, take care of yourself well. When you have fully recovered, we shall do it, alright?”

I nodded even while my heart ached. All this while, the pain gnawed at me ceaselessly.

Marcus looked after me well. He hired two confinement nannies for me. Everything that women must have after giving birth was provided for, and every care that was needed was met with.

The child was suffocated to death inside my womb. His dead body was taken out by surgery. Hence, there was a long scar on my abdomen that was slowly flattening.

Every time I touched it, the painful memory returned. This kind of pain had no visible outward sign, and I had no one to talk to.

Nearly a month passed by before I realized that the hospital I was in was a private hospital, far away from K City, and belonged to Marcus’ industry.

These days, all my thoughts had been on the child, and there was nothing else on my mind. Then, I realized that I had to tell Macy and Jackson that I was safe.

I borrowed a mobile phone from one of the nannies to call Macy, but then I realized that I do not remember any phone numbers, so I gave it up.

Marcus came to visit me every day. He brought me a lot of news each time, mostly about finance and trade. Some of them I could understand, some of them I could not.

I knew that he meant well, and he just wanted to distract me from thinking about the baby.

One month passed. My confinement was over, and I could sunbathe in the garden yard. Sometimes I would stare blankly at the plants and flowers, thinking of my baby.

It was late autumn, and the trees in the surroundings were turning brown. Fallen leaves were covering the landscape, and it was a depressing sight.

“It’s windy outside. Come back inside soon!” A low magnetic voice was heard, and I turned around to find that it was Marcus.

I smiled and said, “You’re back!” He was holding some documents, so I guessed he had just come from his office.

After handing the file to the nanny, he walked up to me and was about to pick me up according to our ritual as of late. I quickly avoided his arms and smiled, “I’m getting better now, and my confinement is over. Besides, my wounds have healed well.”

He had been carrying me lately because I could not walk as my wounds were deep. Now that I have healed, I did not want to burden him.

He frowned, narrowing his dark eyes, and he said, “What would you like to eat later?” He always tried to get me food for fear that I would die on a hunger strike.

I shook my head, smiling as I replied, “I’m not hungry. I just had my breakfast not long ago!”

He turned around and looked at the nanny, asking in a low voice, “What time did she eat?”

“Seven o’clock in the morning!”

Marcus frowned and raised his hand to look at the Swiss watch on his wrist. He looked at me with his dark eyes. “It’s already afternoon. You need some food!”

I nodded. These days, I seemed to have grown accustomed to his temperament. Externally, he looked distant, but he had a kind heart deep within.

Perhaps it was because of the child I lost. For one month, I hardly ate, and even after the one-month confinement period, I had no hunger pangs. If not for Marcus’ constant reminder, I would have skipped many meals.

The nanny prepared a lot of delicious food. After a few bites, I could not eat anymore. Marcus frowned and was a little displeased. He selected a few choice pieces and placed them onto my plate. Then he spoke quite seriously, “Eat these!”

I pursed my lips as I really did not have the appetite. Knowing he meant well, I took a few more bites.

Retch! Before I could swallow, however, I vomited it out together with the food that I had already swallowed before.

I vomited over the sink for a long time, and Marcus turned to the nanny in the living room, “What’s wrong with her?”

The nanny said with some hesitation, “Ms. Stanhope has always been like this. Basically, she can’t eat much. Sometimes it’s okay, and she could at least get some down, but if she took an extra bite, she would throw up all of it. The family doctor has also examined her, but he said it’s psychological, so he cannot treat her.”

Finally, the retching stopped, and I washed up. Then I straightened up and looked at myself in the mirror. In just one month, I had become completely unrecognizable.

My cheeks were almost hollow, my eyes were sunken, my brows were protruding, and my chin was so pointed that it looked sharp. The plumpness from my pregnancy was all gone.

I looked down at my hands that were just skin and bones. I looked like a skeleton.

“What happened to me?” Looking at the mirror, tears gathered in my eyes and dripped onto the white basin.

Pitter patter. The sound pierced my ears.

“Your body is just recovering, so you will get better in the future!” Marcus was not eloquent when it came to comforting the distressed. His tall and slender figure stood beside me as he spoke in a low voice.

I pursed my lips as I brushed off the tears with my hands, and he handed me a tissue.

I could not eat anymore after I dealt with my emotions. Sitting in the living room in a daze, my heart still felt painful and in distress.

“Shall we go out for a stroll later?” He asked.

I lifted my eyes to him, feeling a little dizzy. The autumn sun shone on him from behind, and he seemed translucent and brilliant, looking gorgeous.

I nodded. “Okay!”

The bedroom.

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