You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

A few moments later, Eugene came with a doctor and two other staff members to clean up the scene.

They carried Charlotte downstairs to the room designated by Otis, and the doctor checked Charlotte's condition.

He then reported to Otis, "Mr. Robertson, Mrs. Robertson's fetus could not be saved, so I gave her an induction and did a simple hemostasis. When she expels the fetus, I will give her further anti-inflammatory treatment to stop the bleeding. Just ..."

The doctor carefully watched Otis’ face.

Otis lit a cigar and was puffing away. He seemed to be relaxed and enjoying the moment.

"Just what?" He asked carelessly.

His tone sounded as if what Charlotte lost was just a puddle of blood, not half related to him.

“It's just that Mrs. Robertson needs a surgery and has to go to the hospital. I can't do it. If I don't do it and leave it like this, it will cause uterine adhesions, blocked fallopian tubes, and subsequent uterine infections. In short, a lot of after-effects. The odds are she won't be able to get pregnant in the future.” The doctor said in a whisper.

He didn't know what was going on, but it felt like the atmosphere wasn't right.

"Very well. That's all.” Otis’ lips curved up in a bloodthirsty, evil way. "Uh, pardon?" The doctor was a little confused as to what Mr. Robertson meant. That was it?

a stare and a disgruntled look. What a

hurriedly responded. He finally figured out

that, the doctor hurriedly turned around

cleaning staff wiped

the room and in the bathroom to clean up all

was as if

as

stood up, "What happened today

promised, "Mr. Robertson, please don't

Otis nodded with satisfaction.

to follow him, "Mr. Robertson, where are we going

course. Our men have them

Mr. Robertson,"

and passing the room where Charlotte was lying,

awake after the

tortured by waves of spasms and had no strength even

doctor was working on her