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

Once the door was opened, Dante walked in first and I followed him inside.

This place seemed like a setting in a horror movie. Mirrors were installed everywhere. People who were unfamiliar with this place would definitely get lost in here.

After walking for a distance, we entered a big room. It seemed to be an operating suite, but this was bigger than any I had ever seen.

The only difference was that there were innumerable individual operation rooms. At a rough guess, it seemed to have at least a hundred of them.

Glancing into each of the rooms, I found that almost all the surgical beds were occupied, and all of them seemed to be female.

I instinctively turned to Dante and looked at him quizzically.

However, he did not say anything and kept walking forward. The further we went, the darker it got.

I initially thought that operating rooms were for people who needed treatment, but never had I expected these were for every female who entered this secret place.

There were doctors who were doing operations inside these rooms. They would perform abdominal incisions just like what they would do for cesarean section, put the prepacked kyanine into the women’s wombs, and sutured the incisions.

The surgery seemed simple but looking at it made me break out in a cold sweat.

came from behind us, and I was rudely

a few doctors pushed a woman lying on the stretcher down the corridor. When they passed by us, I glanced at them out of curiosity. The moment I saw the woman’s face, I was dumbstruck. It’s

was the lady who took care of me for the past few days.

a cold tone, “Mr. Abe is a very punctual person. She was late for thirty minutes when she sent you down to the

washed over me. I could not understand him for a moment. So, she was punished because she was late. Is that why she kept urging me to hurry up

who broke their rules, but she was the one

mouth, but no words out of

asked after a

survive if the kyanine is removed in time at the destination. But there are

I suddenly thought of Nora and the other

go through the same thing, too?”

raised his eyebrow and

did not have the courage to continue

be used by them as tools to transport kyanine. Giving birth itself is already a dangerous process that women have to go through. Besides, this is

wanted me to witness this. No sane person could stomach the scene

my friends among these women here. I knew what they would encounter, but

ask something, but I choked up. Taking a deep breath, I willed myself to