Chapter 61 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

Feeling some discomfort, I tossed and turned as I tried to find the right position. Just then, a pair of large hands held me down.

I was jolted awake, only to find that Anthony was trying to have his way with me.

Squinting at him, I muttered, “If I don’t even bother to respond to you when I’m awake. What makes you think that I will when I’m in deep sleep?”

I could feel him stiffened as he looked at me sulkily, “Are you taking your revenge on me?”

I closed my eyes, still feeling sleepy. “Not in a mood to talk.”

“Hmph!” he sneered, before saying, “Seems like I have to try harder then.”

I frowned. Indeed, behind that good look and well-dressed appearance, he is nothing but a despicable scum.

Biting my lips, I endured his forceful thrust in silence.

“Didn’t you say that you won’t respond to me?” Thinking that I was beginning to respond to him, he sneered, “I guess what you said earlier was just an excuse, huh?”

I remained silent and let him have his way with me.

After a long time, he was finally done. He turned on the light on the bedside table and was prepared to carry me into the bathroom as usual.

When he turned to look at me, he saw something that made him recoiled in horror. The hand that was originally on my lower abdomen tightened suddenly.

He fixed his gaze at me and muttered in a hoarse voice, “Why didn’t you yell?” Panic was written all over his usually stoic face.

I kept my silence still. I was starting to feel a little dizzy, the pain in my lower abdomen and the blood that was flowing out of me continuously were all indications that the child inside me might be gone.

Strangely enough, the pain that I was feeling was not on any part of my body, but rather in my heart.

It was the kind of gripping pain that stemmed from being tightly crushed by something. The kind of pain that cut your breath off.

Bam! Anthony lost his balance when he was getting down from the bed and bumped into the chaise lounge beside.

I did not say anything as I watched on indifferently.

Grabbing his phone, his fingers were trembling as they slid across the phone screen. It took him a long time before he was able to call somebody.

The moment the call got through, Anthony spoke with an urgency not heard before, “She is bleeding a lot! It’s really serious! I need an ambulance now!”

Hanging up on the phone immediately after, he stumbled into the bathroom and emerged with a towel in his hands.

Rushing to my bedside, he bent down and tried to wipe the blood away and to stop the bleeding but to no avail. The blood just kept on flowing.

I looked at him in a strangely calm way despite all that was happening to my body. My vision seemingly started to swim and drift further and further away.

My eyes were drinking in the panic, helplessness, and horror that was plastered on his face. Even during this dire situation, I felt nothing but a tinge of amusement. After all, he had brought this upon himself.

All the while, he did not look at me. When he realized that he could not stop the bleeding, he went to my closet, found a set of clothes, and put them on me.

Carrying me up from the bed, I could feel his trembling hands. He was obviously very concerned and disturbed.

Just then, the sound of police sirens came from the direction of the yard, indicating that the ambulance had arrived.

Sure enough, a moment later, a group of people carrying a stretcher burst into the villa. Anthony tucked me in and gave me a look filled with complicated feelings.

Unwilling to look at him again, I closed my eyes.

My mind was clear the whole journey from the villa to the hospital, and lastly to the operating room.

In fact, I was unfeeling throughout the whole process.

I knew from the bottom of my heart that whether or not this child could be saved had no bearing on the schism between Anthony and me. The crack in our relationship had long since progressed into an irreparable rift dividing the two of us.

“If you feel sleepy, just close your eyes and take a good rest. We’ll try our best to save the child. Don’t worry!” the doctor at the operating table reassured me.

I nodded and closed my eyes.

However, even after two hours, I was still awake and alert. The moment I was pushed out of the operating room, I saw Anthony standing by the door.

When he saw the doctor, he asked with a pale face, “Is everything okay?”

The doctor nodded reassuringly, “It’s a good thing that she was sent here in time. Both she and the child are fine. Still, Mr. Featherstone, you need to restrain yourself in the future. Since Mrs. Featherstone had polycystic ovary syndrome, the chance of conceiving a child is very small. Therefore, do keep in mind that the baby growing within her belly is hard-won. Please be careful and take good care of them.”

Anthony nodded. Even though only a few hours had passed, he looked like he had aged a lot.

Feeling exhausted after being sent to the hospital, I fell asleep soon.

The next morning, I was awakened by a commotion. I saw the nurse changing my IV drip when I opened my eyes. Massaging my temples, I asked, “Who’s arguing outside?”

Pausing mid-action, the nurse replied, “It’s Mr. Anthony and Ms. Lorraine. She wants to visit you, but he refuses to let her enter. Hence, she’s crying outside now.”

Crying?

I remained silent, thinking that Rylee’s tears were probably fake.

Seeing that the nurse was about to leave, I asked, “When you go out, can you tell them to come in?”

She nodded, gathered the bottles of medicine and left.

Soon later, Anthony and Rylee entered. Her forehead was bandaged, probably due to an injury from last night.

Her pretty eyes were bloodshot, which made her look extremely pitiful.

She entered the ward along with Anthony. Shooting a glance at me, she feigned concern and asked, “Are you alright, Sienna?”

I laughed. “I’m sorry that I’m still alive. I guess your wish hasn’t been fulfilled.”

“Sienna, do you need to sound so sarcastic?” Anthony’s expression looked quite unpleasant and frazzled.

I chuckled. With a voice devoid of any emotions, I said, “I won’t dare. You’re very impressive, Mr. Featherstone. You almost killed me in a single night. I’d rather stay far away from you.”

Due to the solemn atmosphere, he was unwilling to talk much with me. Instead, he dragged Rylee out of the hospital.

Lying on the hospital bed, I felt a wave of dejection and a sense of defeat engulf me. There was always a certain point where one would lose all hope in life.

A lot of things happened for the next few days—the shocking news Nick published, Rylee rejoining the family, and John coming back to J City to develop his career. However, I paid attention to none of them.

After a week’s stay in the hospital, I was already three months pregnant. My pregnancy was also starting to become slightly noticeable due to the small bump in my stomach.

Sometimes, I would fall into a daze while stroking my stomach or staring at the ceiling.

Anthony would come to the hospital almost every day and occasionally talk to me. However, we ended up quarreling each time.

This happened a few times. In the end, he stopped coming to the hospital so frequently. However, as he had paid a lot of money, the doctors and nurses still took good care of me.

I did not question him why he did not visit either. Mrs. Eriksen still visited me every day, bringing over different soups she had made for me.

Sometimes when I daydream, I would feel even more reluctant to have this baby—perhaps due to my mental state.

As long as I did not have this child, I could leave Anthony completely and lead my own carefree life.

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