Chapter 34 Chapter 34. Zephyr’s Suspicion
Zephyr’s body stiffened. He stared at Zoria’s abdomen, then slowly slipped his hand beneath her clothes and rested it there.
That spot was slightly raised. A bold thought struck his mind.
Everywhere else on Zoria’s body was thin and fragile, so why was only her belly swollen? Why had she bled so much after being thrown down the stairs?
There was only one possibility. Zoria had been pregnant.
But the baby in her womb… had it not already been gone? Besides, it had been nearly four months, and he had never touched her during that time.
Zephyr frowned deeply, the Alpha chill radiating violently from his body.
Had Zoria deceived him, or had she betrayed him and carried the bastard cub of another male?
Zoria was pregnant with a special physique, and Zephyr did not dare send her to just any hospital. He had to find a doctor who truly understood her condition. Evander was obviously out of the question. At that moment, the doctor who had performed the marrow transplant on Zoria last time surfaced in his mind.
In the operating room.
Zoria lay on the operating table, gasping in pain. Every ragged breath felt like a sharp blade slicing through her abdomen, grinding against the bones at her lower back.
Cold sweat seeped out along her hairline, spreading quickly until her body was soaked, as if she had just been plunged into icy water.
The pain was so overwhelming that Zoria could not utter a single word. Even forcing her eyes open required the last scraps of her willpower. Her nose could no longer draw in air properly. Like a fish thrown onto shore, she could only gape helplessly, struggling to breathe.
"M... mm..."
Her face grew paler by the second, her lips drained of all color. She tilted her head, pressing her cheek against the bed, and a sob escaped her throat.
It hurt too much.
Not only did her body ache, her heart did too. Pain inside and out, so much that Zoria felt she might die from it.
Outside the operating room, Zephyr signed the critical condition notice for the second time. His palm was icy cold, slick with sweat.
The doctor’s words echoed endlessly in his mind. "The patient has miscarried. Her condition is extremely dangerous."
After signing, Zephyr tossed the paper to the nurse and asked the doctor, "How many months was she pregnant? You can tell that much, can’t you?"
The doctor adjusted his glasses and replied with his head lowered, "Three months. The fetus had just begun to form. Ms. Everhart’s body is inherently special and very prone to premature complications. This time… I’m afraid we couldn’t save the baby."
Three months.
Zephyr’s face darkened instantly. His brows drew tight, teeth grinding as his jaw muscles twitched. The Alpha pressure around him surged violently, pressing down so hard that the doctor was too frightened to lift his head.
"Even if that cub could have survived, I wouldn’t have let it live. I will not allow her to keep that piece of trash."
He had never imagined that Zoria would actually dare to cheat on him.
Zoria, you really did well.
Zephyr clenched his fists until they cracked. Beneath his towering rage was a bone deep chill, so cold he could not tell whether it crawled up his spine or froze his heart from the inside.
"Proceed with the surgery."
…
Zoria drifted in and out of consciousness and vaguely sensed someone pushing the door open. A gust of air rushed in. It was not cold, yet it still made her tremble. The nerves tortured by pain slowly gave her a sliver of clarity.
When the figures approached, she recognized the doctor who had performed her marrow transplant before.
A faint hope rose in Zoria’s heart. She knew this doctor. So maybe… just maybe, the baby inside her could be saved.
She truly did not want to lose the baby. It was her family, her hope, her support, and her life.
Zoria lifted her tear soaked eyes. Her dry lips trembled as she waited for the doctor to come closer before letting out a weak plea.
"Save me…"
Please save me… save my baby…
The doctor could not hear her clearly, but he understood from her lips what she was saying. In that instant, his hands turned ice cold. The chill flowed through his blood, leaving even his legs stiff.
He sighed inwardly. He had no other choice. He needed a large sum of money to save his daughter. So he could only commit this act against his conscience.
The doctor picked up the scalpel and shook his head at Zoria.
Zoria’s pupils shrank. A cold current ran straight down her spine. She gathered all her strength to turn, but her body was limp like cotton. Only her eyes and fingers could still move. She blinked desperately as tears slid from the corners of her eyes to her ears, dripping down.
Zoria clutched her clothes tightly, eyes wide open, refusing to close them. She begged the doctor in silence to show a shred of mercy, to see the agony in her eyes, and to save her baby.
Because she was pregnant, Zoria could not be given too much anesthesia. She did not pass out, and she did not dare to. She watched the nurse remove her clothes, watched the doctor raise the cold scalpel.
The surgical lights shone harshly onto her face. She refused to close her eyes, even as the light burned them raw.
Logically, with anesthesia, the incision should not have hurt. But Zoria screamed in agony.
"Ahhhh!"
All the suffering bottled up inside her exploded at once, the sound enough to numb the scalp.
"Don’t touch me!" …don’t take my baby away…
"Hold the patient down. Don’t let her move!"
It was also the nurse’s first time encountering such a situation. Hearing the doctor, she hurriedly restrained Zoria. Blood continued to flow beneath her, a red trail winding from the operating table to the floor, forming a glaring streak.
The scent of disinfectant in the operating room was overwhelmed by the smell of fresh blood.
"Get away!" Zoria struggled against the nurse’s grip, but her entire body shook with pain. Her last bit of strength drained away, leaving her completely unable to resist.
She lay collapsed on the operating table, feeling the blade cut into her abdomen. Zoria dug her nails into her palms, her screams growing more and more desperate as they tore from her throat.
Save me… someone please save me…
Daddy… Mommy… I want to go home… I was wrong, I was really wrong…