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.

us, and I was rudely pulled

passed by us, I glanced at them out of curiosity. The moment

on the stretcher was the lady who

pushed by, Dante turned to me and said in a cold tone, “Mr. Abe is a very punctual person. She was late for thirty minutes when

moment. So, she was punished because she was late. Is that why she kept urging me to hurry up in the bedroom? Is that why her eyes were filled with resentment before she

their rules, but she was the one who got

but no words

I asked after

time at the destination. But there are also women who passed away during the transportation due to

ring, and I suddenly thought of Nora and the other

my friends go through the same

his eyebrow

not have the

by them as tools to transport kyanine. Giving birth itself is already a dangerous process that women have to go through. Besides, this is not childbirth at all. No one on earth is strong enough to go through two

wanted me to witness this. No sane person could

there were my friends among these women here. I knew what they would encounter, but I could not do anything to

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