Chapter 469: Stop Lying To Me!
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Unease blossomed within Jack, and his body went rigid. Dread crept all over him like an icy chill. He looked at Emily and opened his mouth, but words left him. He stuttered, "Emily..."
Thoughts were running through his mind, but he could not form them. He did not know what else there was to say. All he pondered on was, 'I fucked up. I really did.'
Emily started to slip out of her mind. Her consciousness started to fade as she muttered, "I... I want... baby... my baby..."
Unable to coherently form her words, her hands fell and she went unconscious. 'Oh thank you!' It was wrong to think like that, but Jack felt relieved. He let out a huge sigh.
'What should I do? What would I tell her? She will wake up eventually. What will I do by then? Should I tell her the truth?
No! No way! I can't tell her that the baby was dead all because of me! She won't forgive me! No... No... The gap between us will be so wide, I would not be able to do anything about it.'
Cold sweat glistened on his furrowed brows. He was seized with remorse. How he wish he didn't do it!
'No! I won't let that happen! I will figure this out!'
That afternoon, Emily slowly opened her eyes and regained consciousness. Her ears were ringing with the sound of a baby crying. She could not get rid of it. She was starting to get a splitting headache.
Weak and feeble as she was, she struggled to sit up. Someone rushed forward to hold on to her. And then, there was a baby in front of her.
She stared at the innocent face and her heart was pierced with grief, "I told you to give this baby back!"
Jack was stunned, but forced a smile at her. That was not what he expected her to say, "Emily, I had already sent the baby back..."
'But the family was long gone, they don't exist in this world any more. So we decided to send the baby to the orphanage.' However, Jack didn't finish his sentence.
"Then..." Emily looked at the crying baby and said with a sneer, "Where did you get this baby then? Or should I say, where did you buy it?"
"It is not what you think. Please Emily, trust me. This is your baby!"
"My baby?" With her eyes stared fixedly at the baby. Emily was heartbroken, "Please Jack! For god's sake, stop lying to me. Do you have any idea? Every lie you tell me continues to tear my heat apart."
Jack felt guilty, "Emily! I
perately, her hostility was replaced with despair and longing.
Jack could not bear to say no to her. "Okay. Let's go and see your baby."
She smiled through the tears. She was overjoyed that she could finally see her baby. But she continued crying through the thought of her poor, unborn child.
Jack took Emily into the Specimen Room in the hospital. He knew she would want to see her child so he decided to keep the body the day he was born, and died.
The baby was stored in a glass bottle. He looked so alive in formalin! His eyes were closed, as if he was still in his mom's womb.
She reached out to the glass bottle and held it tight. 'I got you my baby. Look at your cute face, body, feet, and hands. They are so tiny...' She painted his body with her fingers. She wanted to engrave every part of him in her mind.
'Jacob, are you with our baby now? Take care of him okay? Please take good care of him for me...'
Emily was so calm which scared Jack. It was like the lull before the storm.
No hysteria, no emotional flooding.
Emily stayed in the Specimen Room for 3 hours. When she was finally willing to leave, she trudged forward, slowly and painfully. It was a short distance from where she stood to the door, but it seemed the short distance took all her energy.
Jack followed her silently with the impulsion to step forward and hold her in his arms, but he never did.
Finally, Emily made it to the doorway. She leaned one arm against the wall. Suddenly, she started spitting blood, and the blood spattered all over the wall.
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Unease blossomed within Jack, and his body went rigid. Dread crept all over him like an icy chill. He looked at Emily and opened his mouth, but words left him. He stuttered, "Emily..."
Thoughts were running through his mind, but he could not form them. He did not know what else there was to say. All he pondered on was, 'I fucked up. I really did.'
Emily started to slip out of her mind. Her consciousness started to fade as she muttered, "I... I want... baby... my baby..."
Unable to coherently form her words, her hands fell and she went unconscious. 'Oh thank you!' It was wrong to think like that, but Jack felt relieved. He let out a huge sigh.
'What should I do? What would I tell her? She will wake up eventually. What will I do by then? Should I tell her the truth?
No! No way! I can't tell her that the baby was dead all because of me! She won't forgive me! No... No... The gap between us will be so wide, I would not be able to do anything about it.'
Cold sweat glistened on his furrowed brows. He was seized with remorse. How he wish he didn't do it!
'No! I won't let that happen! I will figure this out!'
That afternoon, Emily slowly opened her eyes and regained consciousness. Her ears were ringing with the sound of a baby crying. She could not get rid of it. She was starting to get a splitting headache.
Weak and feeble as she was, she struggled to sit up. Someone rushed forward to hold on to her. And then, there was a baby in front of her.
She stared at the innocent face and her heart was pierced with grief, "I told you to give this baby back!"
Jack was stunned, but forced a smile at her. That was not what he expected her to say, "Emily, I had already sent the baby back..."
'But the family was long gone, they don't exist in this world any more. So we decided to send the baby to the orphanage.' However, Jack didn't finish his sentence.
"Then..." Emily looked at the crying baby and said with a sneer, "Where did you get this baby then? Or should I say, where did you buy it?"
"It is not what you think. Please Emily, trust me. This is your baby!"
"My baby?" With her eyes stared fixedly at the baby. Emily was heartbroken, "Please Jack! For god's sake, stop lying to me. Do you have any idea? Every lie you tell me continues to tear my heat apart."
Jack felt guilty, "Emily! I
perately, her hostility was replaced with despair and longing.
Jack could not bear to say no to her. "Okay. Let's go and see your baby."
She smiled through the tears. She was overjoyed that she could finally see her baby. But she continued crying through the thought of her poor, unborn child.
Jack took Emily into the Specimen Room in the hospital. He knew she would want to see her child so he decided to keep the body the day he was born, and died.
The baby was stored in a glass bottle. He looked so alive in formalin! His eyes were closed, as if he was still in his mom's womb.
She reached out to the glass bottle and held it tight. 'I got you my baby. Look at your cute face, body, feet, and hands. They are so tiny...' She painted his body with her fingers. She wanted to engrave every part of him in her mind.
'Jacob, are you with our baby now? Take care of him okay? Please take good care of him for me...'
Emily was so calm which scared Jack. It was like the lull before the storm.
No hysteria, no emotional flooding.
Emily stayed in the Specimen Room for 3 hours. When she was finally willing to leave, she trudged forward, slowly and painfully. It was a short distance from where she stood to the door, but it seemed the short distance took all her energy.
Jack followed her silently with the impulsion to step forward and hold her in his arms, but he never did.
Finally, Emily made it to the doorway. She leaned one arm against the wall. Suddenly, she started spitting blood, and the blood spattered all over the wall.
Unease blossomed within Jack, and his body went rigid. Dread crept all over him like an icy chill. He looked at Emily and opened his mouth, but words left him. He stuttered, "Emily..."Thoughts were running through his mind, but he could not form them. He did not know what else there was to say. All he pondered on was, 'I fucked up. I really did.'Emily started to slip out of her mind. Her consciousness started to fade as she muttered, "I... I want... baby... my baby..."Unable to coherently form her words, her hands fell and she went unconscious. 'Oh thank you!' It was wrong to think like that, but Jack felt relieved. He let out a huge sigh. 'What should I do? What would I tell her? She will wake up eventually. What will I do by then? Should I tell her the truth? No! No way! I can't tell her that the baby was dead all because of me! She won't forgive me! No... No... The gap between us will be so wide, I would not be able to do anything about it.'Cold sweat glistened on his furrowed brows. He was seized with remorse. How he wish he didn't do it! 'No! I won't let that happen! I will figure this out!'That afternoon, Emily slowly opened her eyes and regained consciousness. Her ears were ringing with the sound of a baby crying. She could not get rid of it. She was starting to get a splitting headache. Weak and feeble as she was, she struggled to sit up. Someone rushed forward to hold on to her. And then, there was a baby in front of her. She stared at the innocent face and her heart was pierced with grief, "I told you to give this baby back!"Jack was stunned, but forced a smile at her. That was not what he expected her to say, "Emily, I had already sent the baby back..."'But the family was long gone, they don't exist in this world any more. So we decided to send the baby to the orphanage.' However, Jack didn't finish his sentence. "Then..." Emily looked at the crying baby and said with a sneer, "Where did you get this baby then? Or should I say, where did you buy it?""It is not what you think. Please Emily, trust me. This is your baby!""My baby?" With her eyes stared fixedly at the baby. Emily was heartbroken, "Please Jack! For god's sake, stop lying to me. Do you have any idea? Every lie you tell me continues to tear my heat apart."Jack felt guilty, "Emily! I perately, her hostility was replaced with despair and longing. Jack could not bear to say no to her. "Okay. Let's go and see your baby."She smiled through the tears. She was overjoyed that she could finally see her baby. But she continued crying through the thought of her poor, unborn child. Jack took Emily into the Specimen Room in the hospital. He knew she would want to see her child so he decided to keep the body the day he was born, and died. The baby was stored in a glass bottle. He looked so alive in formalin! His eyes were closed, as if he was still in his mom's womb. She reached out to the glass bottle and held it tight. 'I got you my baby. Look at your cute face, body, feet, and hands. They are so tiny...' She painted his body with her fingers. She wanted to engrave every part of him in her mind. 'Jacob, are you with our baby now? Take care of him okay? Please take good care of him for me...'Emily was so calm which scared Jack. It was like the lull before the storm. No hysteria, no emotional flooding. Emily stayed in the Specimen Room for 3 hours. When she was finally willing to leave, she trudged forward, slowly and painfully. It was a short distance from where she stood to the door, but it seemed the short distance took all her energy. Jack followed her silently with the impulsion to step forward and hold her in his arms, but he never did. Finally, Emily made it to the doorway. She leaned one arm against the wall. Suddenly, she started spitting blood, and the blood spattered all over the wall.
