Chapter 411:
“Thank you,” I replied loudly, deliberately.
Herbert glanced at me and Klein, then turned and walked toward the gate. He stopped, turned his back to us, and said angrily, “But I remind you, when you make love, you’d better think about the baby in your belly.”
With that, he strode away.
I saw the blood on his fist, and my heart ached. Although his words were like sharp knives and his attitude toward me was harsh, I still felt heartbroken when I saw him injured.
I cursed myself for being so stupid. Why hadn’t I forgotten him? My rational mind was telling me not to feel this way anymore, but my heart didn’t listen at all.
After Herbert left, the room became very quiet. Only Klein and I remained.
A few minutes later, Klein strode up to me and said, looking guilty, “I’m sorry, Bella. Did I say something I shouldn’t have?”
I quickly shook my head.
“No, I said something I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry, Klein. I just wanted to draw a clear line with him, so I let him misunderstand. Don’t take it to heart!”
Klein stretched out his hand, scratching the back of his head. Laughing, he said, “It’s fine. I won’t mind. Actually, I hope what you said just now was true.”
I suddenly felt a little dizzy after speaking the last sentence. I touched my head, about to fall to the side.
Klein quickly reached out to support me and called out frantically, “Bella, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”
He bent down and carefully carried me into the master bedroom. I heard him anxiously calling the doctor…
An hour later, in the quiet bedroom, I was lying on the big bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My face was filled with worry. A doctor in a white coat entered, and I was even more anxious. The doctor had just arrived, and I felt weak and unwell, still very scared.
I blamed myself in my heart. There shouldn’t have been any stress or worry. My physical condition wasn’t great, and if something happened to the baby, I would never forgive myself.
After the doctor finished checking me and packed up his medical equipment, Klein turned to him, frantic.
“Doctor, how is she?”
I stared at the doctor, listening intently to the diagnosis.
The doctor pushed his glasses up and replied, “There are signs of miscarriage in the fetus.”
Hearing this, I sat up in shock and begged, “Doctor, please save my child! Is there any other way to save him?”
Klein frowned in concern.
The doctor responded with a serious face, “The pregnant woman must maintain a calm mind, and she needs to be bedridden for at least half a month. I’ll do my best, but I can’t guarantee the outcome.”
“Alright, doctor,” Klein hurriedly said, his voice filled with worry.
