It’s been a few years now, and Leah Thorne could narrate the event with a voice that was extrely calm, "It was night, and I was lying in bed alone. There was so much blood that it imdiately dyed the sheets red. The landlord was terrified and ran away. I couldn’t move, my stomach hurt as if it was no longer my own, and the wet blood dripped down the sheets..."
Leah’s voice suddenly stopped.
Justin Xavier exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked at her. Her face was pale, almost translucent, revealing small blue blood vessels inside. She closed her eyes, and her eyelashes fluttered like a dense brush.
Justin felt a suffocating pain in his chest, as if a giant hand was gripping it tightly. He had never experienced such pain; it was truly unbearable.
"If you don’t want to talk, then don’t." he said hoarsely.
Leah opened her eyes; there was nothing in them—no pain, no tears—just an empty look, "Deep into the night, the tenant next door returned, a warm-hearted old lady. Seeing the blood seeping out from the door, she quickly called the police, and then I was taken to the hospital. There, the doctor told that I had a miscarriage."
Leah placed her cold, small hand on her flat belly, "At that ti, I didn’t even know what being pregnant ant. I didn’t know when the baby was inside . By the ti I found out, he was already gone."
Justin rembered when she said her stomach hurt and asked him to rub it for her so ti ago. He didn’t understand then that once, inside her stomach, there had been his child. In a place he didn’t know, she and the child suffered such pain.
On her 18th birthday, as if he were obsessed, she didn’t know about pregnancy, but as a grown man, he did. Yet he didn’t use contraception and never thought that she, just barely an adult, could get pregnant the first ti, carrying his offspring inside her.
Recently, he suspected sothing but didn’t dare to delve deeper, constantly denying it in his anxiety, thinking it shouldn’t be this way.
He had never thought about... being a father.
But, his first child had already been here.
Her womb once nurtured his little life, the continuation of his bloodline.
"Is it because of that miscarriage that you can’t get pregnant again?" he asked.
Leah nodded, "Yes, I was too young then, the major blood loss from the miscarriage, combined with the procedure, severely injured my body. The doctor said I could never get pregnant again."
Her infertility was his doing, after all.
Justin looked at her young face, a girl he had cherished and protected for over a decade, never willing to let her face any harshness, yet ultimately, he had covered her in scars.
A sharp pain pricked his fingertip; it turned out he hadn’t smoked for a long ti, and the burning fla had scorched his fingertip.
Justin dropped the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and reached out to caress her small face.
Leah didn’t avoid it, tilting her snow-white little face and looking at him with her dark eyes.
Ti seed to turn back to years ago when she was still the pure and beautiful little girl by his side.
Justin stroked her small face, reveling in her skin, as smooth as egg whites, and said in a husky voice, "It’s okay, Leah, we don’t need children in the future, just the two of us."
He said, in the future, just the two of us.
Leah trembled, burying her little face deep in his palm. Like a kitten, she kept nudging the warmth in his hand, coquettish and longing, "But, I want to have children."
She said softly.
Justin stiffened suddenly.
"You don’t want to have children, but I do. It’s a woman’s right, a choice in life."
"Serena already has three children. It was tough and painful for her during pregnancy, but she was so brave and strong because Hayden Crawford never let go of her hand, giving her all his love."
"Serena has many people around her. She has a loving mom, a strong dad, friends, supporters, and her own family. I thought back to when I was 18 and pregnant—I had nothing—alone, no one taught how a girl should protect herself. All I saw were sympathetic, mocking, and malicious glances. I hadn’t even grown up myself and foolishly beca a mom overnight. Half of my life seed like a long dream."
"I love children. Serena’s three little geniuses are so lovable. I keep thinking, if I gave birth, my baby would also be adorable. A boy would be my little man, and a girl would be my little darling. My mom is the best mom in the world. In the future, I would be like my mom, becoming the best mother and living happily."
"But, all this is gone. I can no longer have my own baby. No one knows how much I regret it."
Justin felt his palm getting hotter. She cried, and the tears falling into his palm were hers.
He never thought that one day, the girl he raised would bury her face in his palm, crawling humbly like a wounded little beast, her face streaming with tears.
Justin finally understood that Leah hadn’t changed over the years. She was still that bright and beautiful girl from the prestigious Thorne family, with love in her heart, always living in warm sunshine.
It was just that he had reached out and dragged her into hell.
He used to think that what the Thorne family owed him could be repaid with her.
But now, his palm was burning, and the pain was almost unbearable, making him want to fling his hand away.
"Brother~" At this mont, Leah in his palm raised her eyes, looking at him with tear-filled eyes, and called him "Brother."
Justin was stunned, forgetting to react. At this ti, Leah, amidst her tears, curled her lips and said, "Brother, I love you. Do you know?"
She said, Brother, I love you. Do you know...
Justin forgot to breathe, looking at her in a daze.
"Brother, I love you, really love you, I have loved you for ten whole years. If you ask what my biggest dream in this life is, I would tell you, to marry you, to be your Mrs. Xavier, and to have a baby with you."
"But you say that status and children are not sothing I can covet. So, you see, you personally destroyed my dream."
"In the ten years you cherished , you spared from harshness but also gave a lifeti of frost."
"If this was your revenge on the Thorne family, then congratulations, you’ve won thoroughly. You taught to go from love to not love, leaving my heart riddled with holes, devoid of any courage to love."
"Justin Xavier, from now on, I don’t love you anymore."
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