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Chapter 207 She was miserable and helpless
Chapter 207 She was miserable and helpless
As Chance had expected, Joey’s uterine cavity had suddenly become smaller, resulting in miscarriage.
But he wasn’t happy at all. He was even beginning to feel a little scared, and his hands were shaking.
He was a doctor. A doctor was supposed to save lives, not…murder someone, let alone an unborn
baby. He had committed a serious sin that he would never be able to make up for, even if he would
save hundreds of thousands of lives in the future.
He suddenly regretted having cooperated with Yolanda in coming up with such a wicked plan to hurt
Joey. He was more worried that if the truth came out someday, neither Joey nor Allen would ever
forgive him. He was afraid that his uncle George Charles, who had always been very kind to him,
wouldn’t go easy on him.
He racked his brains and quickly came up with a plan. He looked up at George Charles who was still
angry and regretful, and said, “Uncle Charles, now Joey’s baby is gone, I’m afraid Allen will certainly go
to the bottom of it.”
George Charles slowly opened his eyes. He was actually very worried, but he refused to admit it, “Yes,
the baby is gone. Do you really think Allen will kill me to avenge his unborn child?”
Chance said, “Of course not. But it will probably do harm to the father-son relationship between you
and Allen. You know, when Allen loses his temper, the consequences will be particularly serious. I do
have an idea that will get you out of trouble.”
George Charles was interested, “What’ the idea? Tell me.”
“As far as I know, Joey has suffered from depression during pregnancy, and one of the symptoms of
depression is… hallucination.” Chance was subtle.
George Charles was clever enough to understand what Chance meant. He sighed with relief and
patted Chance on the shoulder, “Well, I’ll do whatever you say. I’m calling home to arrange everything.”
Chance wiped the sweat from his forehead, “Hope we can get away with it.”
If nothing else, the plan would work brilliantly. But Joey would still be the one who hurt the most in this
incident.
Chance mourned for Joey’s baby for several seconds. He only hoped that Joey, who would have been
utterly hurt and distressed, would throw herself into his arms. That was what he had really wanted.
In the operating room, Joey felt excruciating pain in her belly. Her face was pale as paper and she
curled up in pain.
Blood was running down her inner thighs and she could smell it. She closed her eyes in despair.
She lost consciousness after she was given an anesthetic injection. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
When she awoke, it was dark and there was no one around.
A dull white moonlight shone through the window, and she could vaguely see that she was in a ward
now.
She stroked her flattened belly and felt the swelling emptiness inside. She knew her baby was gone.
“Baby, my baby…”
After a moment’s silence, she let out a shriek, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the door.
However, it seemed that the door was locked from outside, and she couldn’t open it.
“Let me out. Give my baby back, my baby…ah…” She rapped on the door hard with excitement, and
the whole room echoed with her shrill cries.
Unfortunately, there was no response from outside, no matter how loud the noise was.
She had just lost her baby and was very weak. After shouting for only a few minutes, she lost her
strength.
She leaned feebly against the door and slid slowly to the ground. She wrapped his arms tightly around
her legs and murmured with trembling lips, “Allen, Allen, where are you…”
She was so scared now.
The baby was gone…
By moonlight, Joey, now mentally and physically exhausted, accidentally saw her handbag that she
had brought to the hospital with her lying on the bedside table. All of a sudden, much like a drowning
person who had seen a boat nearby, she hurriedly grabbed the bag, took the phone out of it, and gave
Allen a call with trembling hands.
However, no one answered it.
She called him again, still no answer. She didn’t give up and kept calling him again and again…
Finally, when she called him for the twenty-second time, it was answered.
But it wasn’t Allen.
A woman answered it and it was Yolanda.
“Hello, Allen’s in the shower and couldn’t answer your call. Can I help you? Tell me. I’ll let him know
when I’m in a good mood.” There came Yolanda’s soft and