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,

few doctors pushed a woman lying on the stretcher down the corridor. When they passed by us, I glanced at them

was the lady who took care of

and said in a cold tone, “Mr. Abe is a very punctual person. She was late for thirty minutes when she sent you down to the living room just now. That was the reason why Mr. Abe asked her to be

was late. Is that why she kept urging me to hurry up in the bedroom? Is that why her eyes were filled with resentment

their rules, but she was the one

mouth, but no words out of

I asked after a moment of

survive. Normally, they can survive if the kyanine is removed in time at the destination. But there are

I suddenly thought of Nora

go through the same thing, too?” My voice

raised his eyebrow and

have the courage to continue

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 surgeries

wanted me to witness this. No sane person could stomach the scene unfolding in front of

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

I choked up. Taking a deep breath, I willed