Chapter 508


    "What... What''s this?"


    Lucille stared at the screen. It was Franklin''s side profile. Although he was covered with a nket, she


    could tell that he was topless.


    On the other side, Natasha pressed her face beside Franklin''s as if he was kissing her.


    "Ding."


    "Ding."


    "Ding."


    Soon, the photos popped out through her WhatsApp continuously.


    Some of them were Franklin''s private parts, and some were Natasha''s selfies. Next to her, there was a


    used condom hung on the trash can, which was eye-catching.


    What had happened in this room? It was obvious that...


    At the bottom, there was a text from Natasha: Lucille, your man belongs to me now.


    Seeing this, Lucille felt heart-wrenching pain instantly and was short of breath. Her vision turned vague


    as her tears welled up.


    "You are lying... It''s impossible..."


    She wanted to call Natasha at first, but she did not have the courage.


    She fixed her sight on the call button for a long time but did not press it. Then she received Natasha''s


    message again.


    Natasha: Lucille, why didn''t you tell me that President Moore is so good at having s*x? I finally know


    how wonderful it is.


    Yes, Lucille knew very well that he was good at that aspect.


    Natasha''s words had made her believe that something had happened between the two of them.


    If it was someone else, Lucille could really convince herself to forgive Franklin, but Natasha...


    She had done so many things. To Lucille, Franklin was not the only reason that caused her child''s cleft


    lip. Natasha and Alma yed their parts as well!


    Natasha: Lucille?


    Natasha: Have you slept yet?


    Natasha: I''m sorry. I didn''t mean to steal your man''s heart. It''s just that President Moore said that he


    likes clean women...


    Her messages came one after another, causing Lucille''s wall to copse bit by bit.


    She was not a strong person usually. At this moment, she felt desperate and hopeless.


    Although maternal love made her strong, Lucille was gradually moving towards the most passive path


    at this time.


    As soon as she closed her eyes, those pictures, text messages, and the child''s cleft lips broke her


    down.


    "No..."


    Lucille stood up and saw the eyebrow razor not far away.


    It was a sharp eyebrow razor without a cover. Looking at it, Lucille suddenly felt that she was too tired


    to live...


    There was a voice in her head constantly telling her, "Go, as long as you do it, everything will be over."


    Being instigated by the voice, she trod over and picked up the razor. Then, she slowly moved the razor


    towards her vein...


    "It''s over as long as I cut, isn''t it?"


    Lucille muttered to herself. At this moment, she didn''t feel afraid at all. She merely felt that as long as


    she cut her wrist, she would be free.


    At this time, her hand didn''t seem to be a part of her body. She cut her wrist bit by bit...


    The blood spurted out in an instant and then flowed out slowly.


    ncing at the blood, Lucille was not afraid at all, nor did she feel pain. She only felt that everything


    was over...


    She would never be miserable in the future. Anyway, she was just a nobody. No one would feel sad


    even if she died.


    Lucille watched the blood stter as if she was waiting for the end of her life. She felt that her whole


    body was getting colder, and she began to have difficulty in breathing...


    She had never experienced fetal movement. Just then, she clearly felt a little foot kick her in the belly.


    "Baby..."


    Lucille forced herself to raise her head, and she looked at her belly. There was a small hump that soon


    disappeared.


    She caressed her belly with her hand and could feel that the baby was stretching out its hand to touch


    her through the belly...


    It was as if the baby was telling her not to give up!


    Lucille moved her hand to another spot, and the spot would bulge up too as if the baby was really


    "Baby... Baby..."


    All of a sudden, Lucille felt that she could not die!


    She definitely could not die!


    She wanted to live, even if she was alone, even if the baby had a cleft lip. So what? As long as the


    baby was there, she had to live strong.


    Lucille regretted it. She wanted to get her phone, which was ced far away from her. However, she


    had lost strength gradually. She felt colder and she was frightened.


    At this time, the strong desire to survive made her dare not rx. She squeezed her bleeding left hand


    on the sofa, hoping that the blood could stop...


    Then she went to get the phone with her right hand.


    She moved her fingers forward little by little and muttered to herself, "Baby, I won''t die. I won''t die for


    sure."


    But the phone was ced too far away. Lucille felt that she was exhausted, but she did not dare to give


    up.


    Abby said that she would meet a friend and discuss the software. Thus, she woulde backte.


    At this moment, Lucille really wished that Abby was around...


    She couldn''t reach her cell phone. She was exhausted, and her eyelids felt heavy.


    Lucille knew what this feeling was...


    "Creak!"


    Just as Lucille was drowning in despair, the door opened.


    The next second, she heard a familiar voice. "Lucille! What''s wrong with you? Have you gone mad?"


    It was Abby''s voice. Lucille slowly closed her eyes. She clutched Abby''s outstretched hand tightly and


    opened her mouth slightly. She whispered weakly, "Help me..."


    When Lucille opened her eyes again, she knew that she was in the hospital.


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    She sat up and asked the nurse toe to her when she saw that her belly was still bulging.


    As soon as the nurse came in and saw that Lucille had woken up, she asked immediately, "Where is


    your husband? How can he let you be alone? He should pay attention to your antepartum depression."


    Lucille asked, "Is my baby alright?"


    "Well, it''s alright." The nurse said straightforwardly, "But I can''t assure you if you continue to torture


    yourself. We had a check-up. Your child has a cleft lip, right? You shouldn''t do that because of this.


    Look at me. I also had a cleft lip when I was a child. Can you tell that now?"


    "Did you have a cleft lip?" Lucille gazed at the nurse. When she peered at her lip carefully, it was


    different from that of ordinary people. However, after concealing it with lipstick, it was no longer


    obvious.


    "Yes. You see, it''s no big deal. Medical science is well-developed now. Children born with a cleft lips


    can undergo an operation. They will be no different from a normal person. Trust me," the nurse


    "Thank you. I won''t do this again." Lucille had made up her mind before she lost her consciousness the


    day before.


    The nurse added, "Have a good rest. We have prepared a meal for you, and it will be sent over by


    noon."


    "Okay." Lucille nodded.


    After the nurse went out, Lucille saw the phone next to her and took it over. The photos from Natasha


    were still on it, thus she cklisted her without hesitation.


    Then, she dialed Franklin''s number from memory.


    After a long time, the call was connected.


    "Hello."


    Franklin''s voice sounded obviously different from usual, but Lucille knew that it was no longer important


    for her.


    Lucille held the phone and began after a moment of silence, "Mr. Moore, I have gotten rid of the child.


    Sorry for bothering you these days. I will not contact you again in the future."


    She finished her words as quickly as possible and hung up.