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Chapter: 517
If the child was a boy, it would’ve been okay. But if it were a girl, the doctor guessed that
Tyrone would try and have sons with mistresses.
“I understand.”
“The fetus has formed. Would you Like to see it?”
Tyrone paused at her question, falling into silence for a long time.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Can I take it with me?”
“Of course.”
Hospital regulations allowed for the family to take the miscarried baby.
The harsh scent of disinfectant pervaded the air as Sabrina’s eyes fluttered open. Her
mind remained blank for a few moments.
She quickly regained her senses.
She recalled the events before her moment of unconsciousness and instinctively touched
her flat belly, free of IV lines.
The baby was gone.
She had failed to protect it.
Tears welled in her eyes as she stared blankly at the ceiling. A single blink sent the tears
cascading down her temples.
Evelyn was right.
Sabrina realized she herself was a harbinger of misfortune! @
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOne by one, her loved ones abandoned her.
First, it was her grandparents, then her father, Cesar, and now her baby…
Maybe she was doomed to a lifetime of solitude.
Looking through the window at her tear-streaked face, Tyrone’s heart ached.
Her loss was a severe blow to her, physically and emotionally.
Mustered up his courage, Tyrone pushed the door open, slowly approached the bedside,
and murmured, “Sabrina, you’re awake. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?”
“Leave.”
Sabrina closed her eyes, unwilling to afford him even a glance.
Tyrone ignored her protest, proceeding, “I’ll ask Karen to deliver some food.”