"Du Ruoxin, what must I do to have you return to my side?"
This question, three-year-old Rong Dou Dou clearly could not answer.
Holding his gradually sleeping daughter, Rong Jingyang's lips curved into a bitter smile.
"Sigh—"
With a light sigh, he looked out the window.
The city scenery, like fleeting clouds, passed before Rong Jingyang's eyes. Yet, in his mind, frame by frame, picture by picture, were the scenes of Du Ruoxin clinging to him.
Unforgettable.
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Cristino was in an exceptionally good mood ever since he learned Du Ruoxin wanted to have an abortion.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure."
"No regrets?"
"No regrets."
"Truly?"
"Truly."
"Then shall I make arrangements now?"
"Okay."
"When do you want the surgery?"
"Anytime, you arrange it."
In the afternoon, their conversation replayed countless times in Cristino's mind.
Despite knowing there were doubts, he still went to find a relevant hospital.
"Perhaps..."
"Xin'er has come to her senses? She doesn't want to have another child for Rong Jingyang?"
"Perhaps..."
There were no more "perhaps." No matter what, as long as Xin'er was willing to have an abortion, he couldn't be happier!
Cristino learned about the risks of abortion surgery, consulted the doctor on all possible scenarios, and post-operative precautions, and so on.
He immediately began arranging the hospital and the doctor.
The time was set for tomorrow morning at nine-thirty.
After finalizing everything, Cristino couldn't help but feel excited and was about to call Du Ruoxin to inform her.
Trevor's call came first.
"Master, Miss has had an accident and is being sent to the hospital."
The suppressed excitement on Cristino's face instantly froze: "...What happened?"
Trevor reported with a strained voice, "Ivy came to see Miss, and Miranda beat her up. Miss was accidentally injured."
Cristino clenched his jaw, "Acci-dentally injured?"
Trevor's spine chilled: ...He inexplicably felt the panic of being led to the execution ground!
Cristino said sternly, "Which hospital? Is she seriously injured?"
Trevor replied tremblingly, "City Hospital. I don't know if she will... will... miscarry?"
Ah, he could barely speak coherently.
Stuttering badly.
What to do? If Miss really had an accident, he might not see tomorrow's sun.
Trevor wanted to cry, wanted his mother.
┭┮﹏┭┮
At that time, Miss had sent him away, telling him to go to the front desk to settle the bill. He didn't want to go, but thinking that Ivy was the Master's person and dared not pose any threat to Miss, he went.
Who knew that the moment he left, something happened to Miss.
After Trevor settled the bill, he saw the police carrying Miss out and was stunned on the spot.
Damn it!
This accident...
Why did it happen!
Upon hearing the word "miscarry," Cristino's thoughts seemed to freeze. Some thoughts flashed through his mind, but they were too fast for him to grasp.
He rushed to the hospital without delay.
He barged into the operating room.
Du Ruoxin lay on the operating table, her face deathly pale. The entire air was filled with a thick scent of blood.
Miscarriage?
Did Xin'er really miscarry?
"Ge..." The moment Du Ruoxin saw Cristino, tears uncontrollably spilled out.
Cristino's heart felt like it was seared by a burning iron, the pain causing him to convulse violently. The girl he held in his palm, whoever dared to harm her, he would take their life!
Walking to the operating table, he cupped her face and gently kissed her forehead, "It's okay, I'm here."
"It doesn't hurt."
Cristino brought his hand to Du Ruoxin's lips, signaling her to bite if she felt pain.
Du Ruoxin pushed her brother's hand away, her weak voice tinged with pain, "Call... call Rong Jingyang."