Chapter 92


    When a person is in extreme pain, she can''t speak. Izabe squinted her eyes and started coughing


    softly after catching her breath, which made her abdomen hurt even more, making her unbearable.


    A mouthful of blood was coughed out, and the bloody sma mixed with tears rolled into her neck,


    wetting half of her face and staining her clothes red.


    The bloody sight on Izabe''s face made Brett''s eyes sting, and he recklessly drove forward.


    A terrifying premonition suddenly rose in his heart. He could feel that he has lost something very


    important at this moment.


    The ambnce arrived, and Brett immediately pulled over when he saw it.


    The ambnce also stopped, and several medical staff brought a stretcher to take Izabe for


    emergency treatment.


    The vi was in chaos, with bloodstains all over the stairs, and Kaley sat on the living room sofa,


    evoking a cold smirk on her face when she thought of the scene just now.


    The little bastard in Izabe''s belly is probably gone.


    Trista felt a little nervous, she looked at Kaley and asked, "Ms. Cot, what do we do now?"


    "We wait," Kaleymanded Trista after putting away her cold smile. "Clean the blood, it''s


    disgusting. Open the windows for some fresh air."


    Trista hesitated for a moment, "Ms. Cot, about the surveince camera..." It''s her idea, and she


    was afraid something might go wrong with the monitoring.


    "Don''t worry, I purposely chose a blind spot, Brett won''t find anything."


    Trista breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to clean up the bloodstains.


    Kaley stared at Trista''s retreating figure, her beautiful face gradually became a bit hideous, like a


    venomous snake.


    If the child in Izabe''s belly was not Brett''s, then there''s a good show to watch.


    She had heard that miscarriage is very damaging to a woman''s body. She wondered if Izabe can


    survive it?


    At the Light of Hope Hospital, Brett followed the ambnce, parked his car, and frantically cought


    up.


    Izabe''s face was even paler than before, with an oxygen mask on.


    Brett grabbed a nurse and asked, "How is she?"


    The nurse tried her best to make her expression calm, but her eyes revealed tension. "She''s having


    a miscarriage, and the situation isn''t good. She may..."


    She didn''t finish her sentence, but Brett could imagine it. This was the oue he never thought


    would happen.


    Izabe was pregnant with his child, and he killed the child with his own hands.


    The nurse didn''t have time tofort him, and she hurriedly followed the other medical staff to


    prepare for the emergency treatment.


    In the operating room, Izabe lied on the operating table, panting with difficulty. Each breath she


    took pulled on her abdomen, as if being shed by a knife.


    Fine cold sweat seeped through her hair, and after a short while, her hair became wet.Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    She couldn''t speak, and with her remaining strength, she squinted her teary eyes. Her breathing


    depended solely on the oxygen from the mask, but she still felt suffocated, struggling desperately.


    "Uh" Izabe became even more pale-faced, her lips lose their original color, and she let out a


    painful moan from her throat.


    She was in so much pain, both physically and mentally, it was unbearable for her.


    Outside the operating room, this was Brett''s second time signing for surgery. Compared to his first


    time''s fear, he had more experience now and silently hoped that nothing will happen to Izabe.


    His palms were cold, soaked with sweat as he constantly nced at the wall clock.


    Amelia was on duty at the hospital today. She happened to pass by the emergency room and


    suddenly recognizes the man standing at the door. She wasn''t sure, so she checked her phone for


    a photo, confirming that it was Izabe''s husband, Brett.


    If he was standing here, who would be the person receiving emergency treatment inside?


    Amelia checked at the nurse''s station, using theputer to search for Izabe''s information.


    As expected, thetest record showed a miscarriage ident.


    She promised Presley to take good care of Izabe at the hospital. She couldn''t just wait outside


    and do nothing.


    Amelia quickly headed to disinfect herself and changed into a surgical gown.


    Brett saw a female doctor entering the emergency room, clenching his fist, his heart pounding with


    unease.