Chapter 4 I Won't Love You Anymore

Avery patted Vivian softly and said absently, "It doesn't matter. She doesn't deserve to bear my child."

Vivian raised her head to look at Avery. She said in a gentle voice, "Avery, thank you for not looking down on me. When I was abroad, I thought I could only die from humiliation."

Vivian stood on her tiptoes, wanting to kiss Avery's thin lips.

But at that moment, Avery tilted his head and walked out the door while holding her waist. "You must be tired. I will take you back to your ward for rest."

Vivian leaned obediently on Avery's shoulder. When she walked into the corridor, Vivian glanced at the operating room at the end of the corridor. She curled her lips into an imperceptible smile.

In the operating room, Darlene was pressed down on the operating table. She struggled with all her might, only to find her hands and feet twitching a few times.

She had no strength to resist as she suffered the pain in her heart and the high fever resulting from the rain.

The moment before she got the anesthetic, she heard two doctors talking.

The doctor who came in from the outside whispered, "Mr. Gallard ordered an abortion for her."

The chief surgeon said unhappily, "Dr. Flaherty, you have seen the results. This young lady's uterus is thin. It is almost a miracle that she can be pregnant. Once she is aborted, she will only lose her fertility forever. Besides, she wants to keep the child. I am a doctor, not an executioner."

The doctor who came in also felt helpless. "I know all this, but Mr. Gallard made it clear that we needed to perform an abortion operation no matter what."

The chief surgeon said in a deep voice, "I can't..."

Darlene suddenly lost the strength to resist and interrupted the chief surgeon. "Let's perform the surgery. I don't want the child."

The chief surgeon sighed and stopped saying anything else. He could only ask the anesthesiologist to get ready.

On the operating table, the blinding light shone down, and Darlene gradually lost consciousness.

She dreamed of that night again.

She had a cold and had no appetite, so she did not eat for the entire day. In the middle of the night, she shook Avery's arm and said she was hungry.

Avery really got up and made a plate of her favorite spaghetti with seafood. But after she ate it, Darlene vomited and retched for a long time.

They were so happy and went to the hospital in the middle of the night for a pregnancy test. But it turned out that Darlene only caught a cold.

Avery was obviously disappointed, but he hugged Darlene and comforted her as she frowned.

What did he say at that time?

He said, "It will be very painful to give birth to a child. You are still young and can't bear that kind of pain. Our baby loves you and wants to come when you are ready."

At that time, Avery probably thought of her as Vivian. It was funny that Darlene still fantasized, maybe Avery loved her a little.

Avery, our baby finally comes, but you killed it with your own hands.

Darlene's consciousness gradually recovered as she was moved to the stretcher. Avery's bodyguard pushed her out of the operating room.

The stretcher passed the ward she stayed in and continued to move forward.

Darlene had a bad feeling in her heart. She said weakly, "Can I rest in the ward just now?"

The bodyguard said in a cold voice, "Ms. Sheridan feels sorry for you and wants to see you."

Darlene's lips curled into a self-mocking smile. Her tears fell down her cheek from the corners of her eyes.

Darlene lost her child and presented her miserable appearance to Avery's lover for fun.

The stretcher was pushed into the ward. Avery was sitting with his back to the door. He probably heard the sound, but he did not turn back.

His hand holding a fruit knife trembled slightly as he was peeling an apple.

But that slight moment was captured by Vivian's eyes.

Vivian looked at Darlene's pale face as Darlene lay on the stretcher bed. Vivian pretended to be in a hurry to get out of bed but have no strength. She whispered, "Avery, I can't get up. Can you support me to see Ms. Garcia?"

Avery did not respond. Vivian called him again and stopped him in his tracks. Avery got up and carefully helped Vivian out of bed.

Darlene's eyes were tightly closed. Her entire body, from her fingertips to her earlobe, had been pale.

If the white sheet on her body was pulled up a little, she would be like a corpse who was about to be pushed into the morgue.

Vivian held Darlene's hand with her trembling hands. Her voice was full of guilt and uneasiness. "Ms. Garcia, it's my fault. You must be in pain. I'm sorry."

Her tears fell, and her voice choked. She was working harder than the people at the funeral.

Avery pulled Vivian into his arms. His voice was gentle. "Alright, don't look anymore. She hurt you to this point. It would be merciful to keep her alive."

Vivian sobbed. "Avery, I am so scared. I am afraid that I'll have a miscarriage. It looks so painful. It will hurt."

Avery's heart was broken. He promised without hesitation, "Don't worry, Vivian. I won't let you suffer like this. Take care of yourself and the baby. I'll recognize the child as my own and a member of the Gallard family."

Darlene's fingertips trembled weakly. She laughed bitterly in her heart.

A broken heart would suffer no more than this.

Avery personally killed the baby in her belly, his own bloodline, and chose to raise the bastard child in Vivian's belly.

After loving Avery for so many years, Darlene finally understood that she was extremely wrong.

Darlene was only a substitute and never got any of Avery's love.

From the beginning to the end, Avery only loved her face which was similar to Vivian's.

With a burst of pain in his heart, Darlene finally lost all her strength and fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, it was the next morning.

She lay in the bedroom in Southwood Villa and looked at the sunlight shining in through the window. She felt as if it was a lifetime ago.

Southwood Villa was the place where Avery and Darlene could live after marriage. She chose it two years ago.

Darlene reached out and felt the sheet was warm.

Did Avery also sleep here last night?

Darlene wanted to get up, but just as she moved, a sharp pain came from her chest.

Darlene clutched her chest and coughed violently. She struggled to move to the side of the bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table. She poured a few pills and swallowed them.

Was half a year too short? She had to endure this kind of torture worse than death for nearly two hundred days and nights.

The pill was stuck in her throat. She forcefully swallowed it, and a sense of pain came from her throat.

She reached out and gently stroked her belly. It was flat. A baby had disappeared like this.

Darlene felt desperate, and she softly said, "Avery, I won't love you anymore..."