Chapter 519 A Miscarriage
A flashlight was shone into the room. Tony noticed Franke on the ground and Emelie freed from her bonds.
He shouted, “What are you doing!”
Then he yelled again. “Grabber!”
Emelie quickly dodged an assailant. She grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and threw it into Tony’s eyes before burning and running toward the window.
“What are you standing around for? Garch her!” Tony yelled.
At Tony’s command, the three men who had been stunned into inaction lunged at her simultaneously.
Emelle stepped onto the window sill. Just before their hands could grab her, she jumped
She had planned to use the sand pile by the wall to cushion her fall. However, in her panic, she misjudged the angle and ended up rolling down the slope and hitting the ground hard.
At that moment, she felt a pain in all of her 206 bones and was unable to tell which part hurt the most.
Knowing they would soon be after her, Emelie gritted her teeth and forced herself up, then ran for her life.
The night was dark, but the darkness was her best cover. Emelied in the shadows. She ignored the pain and kept running forward.
She didn’t dare look back, fearing her pursuers were close. Her desperate sprint left her gasping for air, her brain starved of oxygen, and her throat tasted of rust.
She swallowed hard and suddenly saw a house with Eghts on ahead.
Was it a residence? melle ran over immediately
The door was closed. She glanced back and saw the traffickers hadn’t caught up yet and banged on the door. “Help! Help!”
A woman’s voice quickly came from inside. “Who is
Emelie could barely speak. “Help help.
The door opened slightly and the middle–aged woman inside was startled by the sight of Emelie’s pale, disheveled appearance. “What happened..”
“I was kidnapped,” Emelie said.
Emelia’s hands instinctively coveted her stomach. She realized that all the blood in her body seemed to be rushing downward. She was trembling with pain.
“Please please call the police and an ambulance. My stomach hurts.” she said.
The woman saw the blood pooling beneath her. She was terribed and immediately called for an ambulance.
The ambulance arrived quickly. The medical staff placed Emelie on a stretcher and loaded her into the vehicle
While she was still conscious, the nurse asked for her name and her family’s contact number,
Emelie carried her wallet with her and the traffickers hadn’t searched her or taken it. She pulled out her ID card and bank card before handing them to the nurse.
“My name is Emelie Hoven, and the password is my birthdate Just register and deduct the fees,” Emelie sad.
“What about your family? How did this happen to you? Why are your clothes to? Do you want us to call the police for you?
Emelle laid on the stretcher, her mind replayed the harrowing events of the night and the life–threatening despair, ending with the two unanswered phone calls.
Tears overflowed from her eyes uncontrollably. “I have no family.”
Having said that she lost consciousness.
When she awoke again, she was in the hospital’s operating room.
The white celling, the pungent smell of disinfectant, and doctors in blue surgical gums. It seemed they were preparing for surgery.
Emelie couldn’t feel at all. She murmured and asked, “What’s happening to me
A doctor bent down and said, “You were brought in by ambulance. You’ve had a miscarriage. We need to perform a procedure to clean everything out, or it will be bad for your heath. Don’t worry. It’s a minor surgery. It will be over soon.”
What did he just say?
Emelie understood each word he said but couldn’t grasp their meaning when put together.
What miscarriage? What did he mean by that?
Was.. was she pregnant? Was she carrying William’s child, but now it was gone? He said it was gone, right?
Emelie felt a lump her throat and tried to get up, but the anesthetic was taking effect, and she couldn’t move. “It will be over soon. Just close your eyes and sleep,” the doctor said.
No, no, this was her child. She had just learned about the child. Howemuld it be taken away just like that?
She wanted this child. She wanted it. She could raise it and take care of it herself.
Tears blurred Emelie’s vision. It wasn’t like she and Willam had nothing over the past three years. They had chilld.
