The nurse looked at her and frowned. “If you feel unwell at all, you have to tell us. You don’t look too


    good. Don’t be afraid to voice out your concerns.”


    The patient in Bed 208 was quite special and breathtakingly beautiful. The nurses were more than


    happy to give her a little extra attention.


    On the morning that the police visited Mnie to record her statement, she was still lying in bed. Her


    injuries would take at least a month to healpletely.


    The police could tell she was not doing too well, so they left shortly after the interview, leaving the door


    of the ward open.


    Mnie looked out into the corridor. The sound of the other patients and family members walking past


    the ward outside echoed loudly.


    She was about to ring the bell to have a nurse close the door when a slender figure stepped in.


    Eugene appeared in the doorway, his lips pressed tight. His suit jacket was rumpled, and he looked


    exhausted. He had visible bags under his eyes.


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    In just a few days, he had lost a lot of weight. There was even stubble on his chin. He was a far cry


    from his usualmanding, immacte self.


    He stood in the doorway, not taking another step.


    After a long while, he slowly asked, “Are you feeling unwell?”


    His voice was dry and hoarse. He had been standing outside the entire time. When the police came in


    for questioning, he saw Mnie’s sickly face and thought she was exhausted.


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    Mnie lifted her eyes, looking at Eugene emotionlessly. “Yes.”


    Eugene’s expression immediately turned solemn. He said hoarsely, “I’ll get you the doctor.”


    “Seeing you is what’s making me unwell,” Mnie said, enunciating each word clearly as she


    continued to stare at him.


    Eugene froze and looked back at Mnie. Her expression was calm, but her usually petite frame


    looked even more frail and helpless right now.


    Eugene’s gaze flickered, and he continued as if he had not heard her, “Just hang in there. I’ll get a


    doctor to examine you.”


    “Don’t act dumb with me. It doesn’t suit you.” Mnie did not raise her voice when she spoke. Her tone


    waspletely level, as though she was talking about the weather. “Eugene, just looking at you makes


    me sick. Do you understand?


    “I couldn’t sleep all night knowing you were out there.


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    “Your very presence gives me nightmares whenever I close my eyes.


    “Your very existence is a constant reminder of all the things you and your family did to kill me and my


    baby,”


    The sorrow in her was like a sudden flood that swept Eugene away. He drowned in the torrents of her


    grief, unable to hear anything except for her choked voice.


    “I sensed its heartbeat. I felt it kicking me. But I didn’t even know if it was a boy or a girl. I never even


    got to hold it.


    “Eugene, its name was supposed to be Emery.”


    Like a cier copsing with a roar, Eugene felt something in his heart shatter.


    Emery.


    Eugene and Mnie.


    That was supposed to be the name of their child.