Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 160 the Miserable Child 6

Several men in black pulled me out of the car. Ignoring that I was pregnant, they rudely stuffed me into

another car, tied my hands and feet, blocked my mouth, and started the car.

I didn't have a chance to make a sound. I watched from a distance as they poured gasoline on three

cars and blew them up at the same time. I looked at all this in disbelief. There was another person in

the car. How could they kill a person just like that?

Fear, disbelief, and fright filled me at this moment.

My lower abdomen was hurting so much that I was sweating. My legs were tied by them. I could feel

that it was tearing little by little. The child was going to come out.

The hem of my skirt was soaked, and the amniotic fluid was broken...

I tried my best to break free from the rope and cross my legs to give birth to the child, but no matter

how hard I tried, I couldn't make it.

On the contrary, I scuffed my legs to bleed. The mother and son were connected. I could clearly feel

that the amniotic fluid was drained away, and the child's breathing began to quicken.

I know that if the child can't come out before the amniotic fluid is drained, it will die of lack of oxygen.

It would die of lack of oxygen...

Thinking of this, the pain in my heart began to spread, "I can't do this. I must give birth to the child."

After a few struggles, I moved the rope a little, and my knees could be slightly separated. I tried my

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The car that was driving suddenly stopped. The car door opened and two men in black carried me out

of the car.

My mouth was stuffed and I couldn't say anything. They pulled me into a warehouse, which had been

cleaned up in advance, so it didn't look so messy.

"Leader, is she about to give birth? Should we take action now?" One of the men in black said.

"Wait a minute!" Another man in black said, "The higher-ups ordered that as long as it's past eight

o'clock, we don't have to worry about her life or death. Judging from her current state, she won't be

able to struggle for long."

After they finished speaking, one of the men in black's mobile phone rang. The man in black looked at

the caller ID and said to the other man in black, "Chief, it's a call from the higher-up!"

The man called "chief" said, "Answer it!"

Then the man picked up the phone and said something. The man in black hesitated and said,

"Thomas... Isn't it too cruel?"

As if he had heard the affirmative answer from the other end of the line, the man hung up the phone

and looked at another man in black, saying, "The higher-up ordered us to tie the rope tight of her legs.

As long as the child can't come out, the child will suffocate to death after the amniotic fluid drains."

Hearing this, the man in black was stunned and said, "Isn't it too cruel? It seems that this child is

mature."

"The higher-up said that we can double the price. We just need to tie her legs and throw her here.

Whether she is dead or alive depends on her fate!"

After a discussion, they decided to tie up my legs. I kept shaking my head and asking for help.

The pain in my lower abdomen was like tens of thousands of needles prickling. My mouth was stuffed

by them, and I could only make a whining sound.

After everything was done, the two men in black drove away.

I stayed in the dark warehouse alone. The pain in my lower abdomen came one after another, and I

could clearly feel that the child was trying to get out.

I tried several times to break free from the rope, but the two men tied it so tight that I couldn't break free

at all.

The pain became more and more obvious, and I could clearly feel the child's struggle.

After a few rounds of struggle, I was a little weak. The amniotic fluid became less and less, and the

force of it coming out became weaker and weaker.

I knew that the child was short of oxygen and breathing, so he couldn't use his strength.

"No, I can't let it go. I haven't seen what it looks like, and I haven't brought it to this world yet. I can't let

it leave like this."

The pain in my heart and lower abdomen tortured me, and I saw a light in the dark warehouse, which is

from a mirror shard!

Thinking of this, I had a glimmer of hope to move my body. Like a snake whose body was cut off, I

moved with difficulty.

It was only two steps away, but I seemed to have moved for a lifetime. Finally, I reached the mirror

shard, and I hit it with my head.

"Bang!" The mirror shard was broken into pieces, and I also felt pain on my forehead.

Without thinking too much, I moved my tied hands to the mirror shard and began to cut the rope on my

legs bit by bit.

However, the hemp rope was extremely thick. After some time, I felt a piercing pain in my palm. My

legs and hands were covered with blood, as ropy as flour paste.

But all of this couldn't be compared with the child's movements became little by little.

That kind of pain was really worse than death.

... Suddenly, the thunder thundered and the air was filled with moisture.

The pain in my abdomen continued, but the child's favorable movements gradually died down. I

suddenly froze and the mirror shard in my hand fell off.

My whole body went limp, and the ground was covered with ropy liquid. I didn't know whether it was

amniotic fluid or blood, but I couldn't tell.

Heavy rain poured heavily outside the warehouse. The thunder was louder and louder, and the

lightning was brighter and brighter.

I seemed to see in the faint lightning that the child desperately wanted to live. It struggled to get out

again and again.

It couldn't understand why his mother didn't want him to come out. It must be blamed on me. Why

didn't let it come out? He tried so hard.

I was wrong, I was indeed wrong. I shouldn't have missed the warmth of Dennis George. I shouldn't

have believed that he could protect me and my child, let alone challenge the authority and cruelty of

Luna and the Lewis family.

I was too stupid. I was careless. I was to blame. It was all my fault. If it weren't for me, this child

wouldn't have left in such a frightful way.

Time passed little by little. I began to think, "That's good. I'll die with the child. At least it's not afraid in

the netherworld."

With me accompanying, it won't be bullied by other ghosts. I can't protect it in the human world, and I

can protect it in the netherworld.

"Bang!" The door of the warehouse was opened, and a strong light shone in.

In a daze, I saw a tall man coming in. I felt dizzy. When I wanted to see him clearly, I had no strength to

open my eyes.

Perhaps, this was a door to the netherworld. The door was opened at this moment.

In a daze, I seemed to stand up. Under my feet was sticky and blood-red liquid. I knew it was my blood.

Subconsciously, I raised my hand and touched my lower abdomen. It was flat here. I was shocked and

subconsciously looked around for the child.