Chapter 3Cutting Ties

I dragged my bloodstained body to the health clinic.

The doctor was startled when he saw my appearance.

"Quick, somebody come! A pregnant woman is having a miscarriage!" He shouted loudly, turning to get tools.

In my blurred vision, I saw my own blood dripping and spreading on the floor.

My head was extremely dizzy, but I desperately protected my bulging abdomen with my hands.

There was my child, the child I originally wanted to abort myself.

Now leaving the world in such a way.

Several nurses lifted me onto a gurney and rushed me into the operating room.

I vaguely saw Ethan standing at the end of the corridor, talking to a nurse.

He frowned slightly, his tone carrying a gentleness I had never heard before:

"Will it leave a scar? Use the best medicine for the wound, don't let her feel pain."

At this moment, a violent contraction came from my lower abdomen, the pain seemingly tearing me apart from my internal organs to my soul.

As the world spun, I seemed to hear the sound of firecrackers outside.

Faintly, there was also Ethan's low voice:

"Today is the Lantern Festival. I'll make sweet dumplings for you mother and son when we go home..."

In my ears was the doctor's anxious voice: "Quick! She's lost too much blood. Where are the family members? Who is willing to donate blood?"

"She... she came in alone, it seems no one followed." My world gradually blurred, as if my soul briefly detached from my body.

From a bystander's perspective, I watched the nurses outside running in the corridor, asking anxiously:

"Does anyone have Type B blood? Does anyone have Type B blood?"

Ethan was holding Jessica in his arms, she nestled weakly against his chest.

A nurse grabbed him: "Excuse me, are you Type B blood? We have a pregnant woman hemorrhaging and urgently need a blood transfusion."

Ethan shook his head, "Sorry, I'm not."

He then frowned and added: "Whose family member is so irresponsible? How can they let a pregnant woman come over by herself?"

My heart felt like it had been viciously slashed by something.

Yes, how irresponsible.

The doctors and nurses were in a flurry of activity. Through the small transparent window, I saw someone finally rolling up their sleeves to start donating blood.

While Ethan had already turned and left, his tone relaxed:

"Jessica, let's go, don't waste time."

I was finally saved, but the child couldn't be kept.

It's better this way. Being born into such a family wouldn't be a good thing for him.

During the few days in the hospital, I didn't receive any visitors.

After being discharged, I carried a small luggage bag and didn't return to the village.

Instead, I went straight to the instructor and got my divorce certificate.

"Ethan is hosting a wedding banquet tomorrow. Do you know it's spread all over the village recently?"

My tone was indifferent: "It has nothing to do with me anymore."

"Does he know you're leaving?"

"No."

"Could you please not tell him where I went?"

The instructor was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.