I finally understood why Zachary once said that he couldn't afford to give his heart away—because the genuine love he once gave had been brutally hurt. Over time, his heart had grown cold, and he no longer allowed himself to burn with passion or beat wildly for anyone.
Jennifer's miscarriage had left her with no face to tell her family, so none of them came to visit her. When I thought about it, it seemed pitiful.
Zachary had arranged for a nurse to take care of her.
I had visited the hospital twice. As Natalie's close friend, I knew I shouldn't be there, but I couldn't help it. I felt deep sympathy for her.
I had also experienced a miscarriage, and I knew that if not properly cared for, it could lead to long-term health issues.
On the day I went to see her, the doctor came into the room, examined her, and said she could be discharged.
Jennifer had kept her miscarriage from her family, which meant she had nowhere to go once she was discharged.