When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Chapter 212

After all the struggling, I was close to total exhaustion. The fluid was getting less, and the movements from the baby were dying down.

I guessed that the baby’s strength was slowly draining away as he could not breathe.

No, not like this. My baby! You can’t die like this! I have not seen what you look like, and I haven’t brought you to look at the world. I can’t let you go just like this!

I was tormented by the pain in my heart and my abdomen. Then, I saw something shiny in the dark warehouse. It was a mirror!

A glimmer of hope was ignited, and I moved my body with difficulty towards it.

It was only two steps away, but it seemed to take me an eternity to reach the mirror. I knocked on it with my head.

Crash! The mirror broke into a few pieces, and I felt a sharp pain on my forehead.

Without giving it much thought, I grabbed a piece of glass with my hands, which were tied together, and began to saw at the rope that tied my legs together.

The hemp rope was very thick, and I did not know how long I was cutting at it. There was a sharp pain in the palm of my hand, and I felt warm blood on my hands and legs, which felt sticky like batter.

However, this pain could not compare with the pain of feeling the baby dying slowly in my womb.

pain was

across the sky, and the air was filled

continued, but the child’s strong movements gradually stopped. I suddenly froze, and the

on the floor, which was covered with a thick sticky liquid.

thunder became louder and

lightning, I seemed to see that child struggling to live as he tried

out. He must be blaming his mother for keeping him in, even

yearned for Ashton’s warmth, should not have trusted him to protect

them too lightly. It was my fault. If not for me, this child would not die in

be alone and afraid in the netherworld. I’ll accompany

I saw a tall man walk in. I was so dizzy. When I tried

is the door to the

a daze, I felt as if I had stood up and under my feet was this thick red liquid which I knew was my

with my hand and found that it

called innumerable times. I seemed to see a

tottered toward me stumblingly, for

Then I looked at the child carefully. He was so small, and there was a red mark on his head. He must have tried so hard to get out of my womb that he squeezed

nose and eyes looked so cute. He even knew how to smile, curving his lips like