Chapter 119: The Truth Behind Aborting the Child
James's raised hand, lifted in extreme anger, ultimately froze in mid-air, his fingertips trembling from the violent surge of emotions.
Even in his rage, he still couldn't bear to touch her.
James was in extreme pain. His eyes filled with hatred as he looked at her and pushed Mia away.
Mia was already extremely weak. Even though James had tried to control his strength, she was still thrown hard to the ground.
James's pupils contracted.
His first reaction was to help her up.
But then he thought of her heartlessness.
James stepped back, one step at a time, turned around awkwardly, and fled.
His emotions were on the edge of losing control. He was afraid that if he stayed one more second, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from strangling her.
After getting in his car in a daze, James just wanted to leave this place quickly.
Without fastening his seatbelt, he floored the gas pedal and the car shot forward.
As he drove away, his vision became increasingly blurred, and warm liquid slid from his eyes.
His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if trying to crush it.
His child was gone!
The pain was heart-wrenching.
It really hurt so much.
How could it hurt this much?
He had always thought that his ability to feel pain had been lost in the torture of his childhood.
He thought he couldn't feel pain anymore.
But Mia's heartlessness still made him taste what despair felt like.
It was like she was taking a knife and carving out his flesh.
How could she be so cruel to him!
She clearly knew that growing up in a broken family, he longed so much for a complete and warm home.
He loved her, spoiled her, gave her the best he could offer, and made her feel happy.
When she got pregnant, he was just as excited as she was about the baby's arrival.
So their family could be more complete.
The more he looked forward to it, the more painful it was when he found out it was gone.
The baby was already over four months old, already formed. In a few more months, he would have been born.
That was a living little life!
That was their child!
How could she have the heart to do this!
James's vision became more and more blurred.
So blurred he couldn't see the road ahead, didn't notice the red light. Not until his car got close and he was about to crash into the rear of a car stopped at the red light did he instinctively jerk the steering wheel.
The car rushed into the landscaped area and hit a tree.
Without his seatbelt on, his body lurched forward, and his head slammed hard into the steering wheel.
……
At the hospital entrance, Mia lay on the ground, her vision going dark.
After a long while, she finally came to her senses.
She struggled to press her palms against the ground. Her scraped palms pressed into the sand, but she felt nothing.
She tried hard to stand up.
Wanted to escape from the hospital.
She didn't want to stay here, not even for one second.
But she had no strength.
Her arms went soft, and she fell to the ground again.
The maid, who had been worrying more and more at home, grabbed Mia's car keys and drove to the hospital where she usually had her prenatal checkups.
As soon as she arrived, she saw Mia lying on the ground.
"Mrs. Smith—"
The maid rushed over quickly and hurriedly tried to help Mia up.
The moment her arms wrapped around her, the maid's heart clenched, and her nose instantly stung.
Seeing her every day, she hadn't noticed, but now holding her, she realized how thin Mrs. Smith was—so thin it broke her heart.
"Mrs. Smith, let me help you up."
The maid pulled her arm over with concern and placed it on her own shoulder.
When her hand touched Mia's hand.
It was cold as ice.
She felt even more heartbroken, her eyes reddening as she held Mia's hand and pressed it against her chest.
Mia, who had been in a daze since leaving the hospital, finally showed a bit of life when she felt the warmth.
She slowly turned her head, and a familiar face appeared in her vacant, empty eyes.
When she saw the maid's concerned look, Mia's lips trembled slightly, and in barely a whisper, she said, "I feel so awful—"
The moment she spoke, tears streamed down her face.
Large teardrops rolled from her eyes, sliding down her pale, bloodless cheeks.
One after another, they fell.
"Mrs. Smith, don't cry, don't cry. I'm here."
The maid's heart broke at the sight. With one arm around Mia, she frantically used her sleeve to wipe away the tears, but they only came faster.
"I'm so cold—"
Mia's body shifted slightly, leaning into the maid's embrace, trying to absorb some warmth.
She was really so cold.
Bone-chillingly cold.
The kind of cold that seeped out from her bones.
Hearing her say she was cold, the maid knelt on one knee and, as if holding a child, tightened her arms and held Mia close.
It was this embrace that made the maid notice something was wrong.
The maid's eyes widened in shock, looking down in disbelief.
Mia's rounded belly was gone.
Had she really aborted the baby to divorce James?
"Mrs. Smith, where's your baby?"
The maid was so shocked that the words came out without thinking.
Had Mia really aborted the baby?
She didn't understand. Why?
She loved this baby so much, how could she bear to abort it?
At the mention of the baby.
More tears rolled from Mia's eyes. Her lips trembled, and shaking, she slowly raised her hand and gently placed it on her abdomen.
When her palm touched the flat surface, her heart felt like it was being torn to shreds. The pain was unbearable.
Having been holding back until now, she broke down and cried out loud, "Gone—my baby is gone!"
She had waited all morning at the marriage registry for James, but when he didn't show up, she decided to find a lawyer and file for divorce.
To completely tear off the facade.
He had forced her to this.
On her way to the law firm, she received a call from Gabriella, reminding her that today was her checkup day.
During this time, she had followed Gabriella's advice and stopped going to the hospital every time she felt slightly unwell.
In a flash, it had been over half a month since her last checkup.
It was still early, so she took a taxi to the hospital first.
But she never expected that after the examination, Gabriella would tell her.
Her baby had died in the womb.
At that moment, those words hit her like a blow, leaving her mind completely blank.
Standing in the office, her hand on her belly, she kept calling to the baby, but there was no response.
She refused to accept it, refused to believe it.
She grabbed Gabriella's hand and kept begging her, begging her to save her baby.
"No, Gabriella, my baby can't be dead.
Please, you're such a good doctor, think of something.
I promise, I really won't skip sleep anymore, won't overthink things, I really won't."
She cried and begged desperately, even wanting to kneel before Gabriella.
But...
Gabriella looked at her with eyes that said, "If only you had known, why did you do it in the first place?"
"It's too late. Your baby's heartbeat has stopped. He's already dead."
Too late—
Heartbeat stopped—
Dead—
Those few sentences from Gabriella kept echoing in her mind, and all she could see was Gabriella's reproachful look.
Mia completely broke down.
She fell into endless self-blame.
She blamed herself and hated herself.
Hated herself for being so weak, for not being able to make a clean break.
For the sake of one man, she had caused her baby's death.
How could she be so useless?
Would she die without this man?
Couldn't she live without James's love?
Why didn't she firmly leave James the moment Amelia came back?
Why did she give him a chance?
Why did she lose her appetite and sleep over his betrayal, suffering from insomnia night after night?
She clearly knew that her emotions would affect the baby's health.
She clearly knew!
But she was still so weak!
She really hated it.
Hated James's betrayal for pushing her to this point.
But what she hated most was herself.
They had killed the baby together.
They were both murderers!
"It's all my fault. I didn't protect her, and that's why she died in the womb."
"It's me—I killed my own baby with my own hands. I'm the murderer."
"It's me—"
Mia was completely broken. Unable to catch her breath, her vision went dark, and her body went limp in the maid's arms.