novelraw Chapter 747 - 757 Dead Heart (5)
Chapter 747 - 757 Dead Heart (5)
Qin Zhaoran did not return that night, nor did Qiao Mo wake up again.It wasn’t until the following morning that Qiao Mo’s condition stabilized. After she fully regained consciousness, the group was allowed to enter.
"Xiao Mo... how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Are you feeling any better?" Xie Qinghuan asked anxiously.
Jiang Jinghao also watched her with concern, his eyes filled with worry.
Xu Wan hurriedly arrived early in the morning: "Do you want something to eat? Auntie has made some porridge."
Qiao Mo opened her hazy eyes and felt that the white light in the hospital was exceptionally glaring. Without being able to clearly recognize the faces in front of her, the first thing she did was reach out to touch her belly.
But the pain was so intense, her whole body felt as if it had been crushed and torn apart by wheels.
Even the simple act of lifting her arm became extraordinarily difficult for her.
Her fingertips struggled to move, but ultimately she couldn’t lift her hand, so she weakly looked at Xie Qinghuan and said, "The child..."
The voice came through the oxygen mask, indistinct and unclear.
Yet, everyone could clearly hear those two words.
Xie Qinghuan’s eyes stung with tears, looking at her but unable to speak.
"The child... the child..." Qiao Mo, somewhat anxious, looked at the group’s expressions, a bad premonition arising, and her eyes began to brim with tears.
"Xiao Mo... don’t worry... focus on recovering first," Jiang Jinghao said gently.
Qiao Mo’s eyes were bloodshot, struggling to lift her head, yet still unable to see her own belly: "Jing Hao... where is the child... where is my child?"
Jiang Jinghao felt an immense heartache, and facing her pleading gaze, he finally said, "Xiao Mo, the child is gone."
Qiao Mo’s gaze momentarily turned dull, staring at him with soulless eyes, which suddenly became distorted.
Impossible!
It couldn’t be!
Her child couldn’t be gone...
Tears uncontrollably spilled out, and she, who previously couldn’t move, found unknown strength to lift her hand and touch her belly.
Her belly was flat, with no feeling of the former bulge, nor could she sense his movements.
Qiao Mo clenched her teeth tightly, her eyes bloodshot and unfocused, as tears fell one by one, soaking the pillow in moments.
Xie Qinghuan wanted to comfort her but recalling what the doctor had said—that it might be difficult for her to conceive again in the future—even she, usually eloquent, couldn’t find any words of comfort, only crying alongside her in frustration.
"Xiao Mo... I’m here... I’m here." Xie Qinghuan tightly held her hand, tears falling even more fiercely than hers.
"You have to get better quickly... you need to pull yourself together... do you hear me."
In the room, only Xie Qinghuan’s voice remained, as Qiao Mo’s eyes filled with tears, staring unblinkingly at the white ceiling.
She lost her child...
I’m sorry... I’m sorry!
She failed to protect him... she actually failed to protect her child!
Qiao Mo tried desperately to hold back, but every time she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with scenes from those eight months of pregnancy.
She said nothing, her eyes lowered, tightly gripping Xie Qinghuan’s hand, her nails digging into her palm, leaving crescent marks.
Tears poured down uncontrollably, heart-wrenching to witness.
It’s the mother’s fault... she didn’t protect you well!
I’m sorry... truly sorry!
Perhaps due to being overly emotional, before long, Qiao Mo drifted back into sleep.