Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
He took a wooden rod from the side. Of course, this has been prepared for her in advance.
Xia Ruoxin, enjoy this!
His dark eyes turned cold, flashed with an indescribable ruthlessness. No one could be compared to him when he chose to be cruel. His heart was hardened; it was rigid.
The wooden rod fell, followed by a pitiful scream. Chu Lui threw the rod away, turned, and strode away without a backward glance at the poor woman… who was already unconscious on the floor.
He thought she deserved this. Finally, he understood that he could be cruel and break a woman’s elbow with his own hands.
He heard the sound of bones cracking; a crackle. This sound was buried so deeply in his heart that he could never forget it.
He didn’t even close the door.
Xia Ruoxin remained laying on the floor. Her face was colorless without any redness, her left wrist bent in an odd, unimaginable position and her right hand resting on her stomach.
She did not know how much time had passed after being woken by pangs of sharp pain. She looked at her hand and then at the wooden rod on the floor… back at the hand that didn’t seem to be hers.
Every movement was numb: struggling to sit up using her shoulder with her right hand supporting the left gently, standing up, and wearing her shoes. She merely looked around at the pieces of paper that scattered everywhere in the room as she walked out. It was all torn, never to be pieced together again. She didn’t have to be bothered with it anymore.
She walked out, opened the door, and went to the hospital. Alone. Whatever she was doing alone was done out of her instinct for survival.
She was not sure why, but she wanted to continue living.
In the hospital, the doctor put a thick layer of plaster on her arm.
Miss Xia, you need to be hospitalized. This is a broken bone; not a sprain. If you don’t take care of it, it will affect your whole life. You are still young; you need to take better care of yourself.
Xia Ruoxin laughed a bitter laugh as she shook her head.
Miss Xia, if you don’t get proper treatment for your arm, it may be crippled.
The doctor kept persuading her out of doctors’ ethics.
Would she still be a complete human without her arm?
How could one treat oneself so irresponsibly?
Xia Ruoxin continued to shake her head. She could not stay in the hospital. She could not.
She knew that more things might come her way; for example, a divorce. She did not wish to stay in a cold hospital alone. It’s pathetic.
The doctor took another medical chart from the side and continued,
Even if you don’t think for yourself, you must think for the little one in your stomach. He’s still in the early stage, and you can hurt him easily.
Xia Ruoxin’s eyes widened at what he just said. Her dull eyes shimmered with a light of clarity.
She dared not ask directly.
Are you saying that I’m pregnant?
The doctor nodded.
Yes. You are two months pregnant.
But that’s impossible. A doctor had clearly said that I can’t conceive.
Xia Ruoxin placed her right hand on her stomach. It was hard to believe that she was actually pregnant. She thought there was no way for her to be a mother in this lifetime.
