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?

gave him a stare and a

with it the way you said you would, without going to the hospital.” "Yes!" The doctor hurriedly responded. He finally figured out that Mr. Robertson had no half-hearted feelings for Mrs. Robertson, so there was no need to

hurriedly turned

room, the two cleaning staff wiped

inside the room and

was as if nothing

was as

stood up, "What

promised, "Mr.

Otis nodded with satisfaction.

leaving and rushed to follow him, "Mr. Robertson, where are we

radio and television stations, of course. Our men have them

Robertson," Eugene said

the room where

was already awake after

the moment she was being tortured by waves of spasms and had no strength even to scream. She was grunting in

working