shuhaige
Chapter 1268
The next day, Mrs. Perez visited Lydia again, this time carrying a thermos. Handing it to her with a serious expression, she said, "Lydia, take this. It's really good for you." "I got it from an old friend," she explained. "It's a special herbal tea that's supposed to be great for your health. My friend said it's especially beneficial for pregnant women." "Herbal tea?" Lydia frowned slightly.
She had heard of it but didn't recall anything about it being particularly helpful during pregnancy. Still, Mrs. Perez was persistent, urging her to drink it.
Reluctantly, Lydia took a few sips and ended up finishing the whole bottle. Only then did Mrs. Perez seem content, staying for a little while longer to chat.
Since Lydia had been more tired than usual during her pregnancy and often needed an afternoon nap around 3 or 4 p.m., Mrs. Perez didn't stay long. After she left, Lydia went to her bedroom for her nap, as usual. She was sleeping soundly when, halfway through her rest, a sudden, sharp pain hit her lower abdomen, intensifying rapidly. The pain jolted her awake.
When she opened her eyes, panic set in. Her bedsheets were stained with a large patch of red. Terrified, she tried to call for help, but her voice came out hoarse and weak, "Someone... Mrs. Lucy, help! It hurts!"
The bedroom door swung open just as Lydia's vision went black, and she lost consciousness. Her last sensation was the feeling of strong arms catching her, a fresh, woodsy scent enveloping her like a blanket of cedar.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Lydia finally opened her eyes again, staring up at a sterile white ceiling. The sharp scent of medical-grade disinfectant filled the air. She shifted slightly, and the movement immediately stirred the person sitting next to her. Quincy, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, instantly leaned over, gently helping her sit up. His voice was filled with concern. "Lydia, you're awake. How are you feeling?"
He held her hand tightly, his expression tense.
Still groggy, Lydia blinked in confusion. "Is this a hospital? Why am I here?"
It was a simple question. Anyone who woke up in a hospital bed would wonder the same, especially since Lydia felt no discomfort in her body at that moment. She couldn't understand why she had been
brought to the hospital.
Her question seemed to catch Quincy off guard. His eyelashes fluttered, and his gaze darkened slightly as he avoided her eyes. "You just woke up. Your body needs rest, don't worry about the details for now."
"Wait..." Lydia's voice grew shaky.
"Quincy, are you hiding something from me? I remember the pain before I passed out. My stomach hurt so much, but now I don't feel anything. Why is that?" she
murmured, a deep sense of dreadContent property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.
forming in her chest.
Quincy flinched, a look of pain flickering in his eyes.
Her hand trembled as she instinctively moved to touch her abdomen but stopped midway, too afraid to confirm what she feared. "My baby... is my baby okay?"
At that moment, it felt as if an
invisible blade had sliced through Lydia, the cold seeping into her bones. She grabbed Quincy by the arm, her voice rising in desperation. "Tell me! My baby's fine, right? Please, Quincy, tell me he's still there!"
She looked at him with pleading eyes, clinging to hope like a child refusing to accept reality. All she wanted was to hear him say the one thing that could make it all okay. But instead, Quincy pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Lydia. It's all my fault."