Chapter 220 He Is Willing to Set Her Free!
Frederick didn't dodge. Blood trickled down his face.
Andrew didn't care. He stood in front of Frederick, voice shaking with anger. "Frederick, have you thought about the consequences? Can Charlotte handle it? What if the baby doesn't make it? You'll be doomed!"
Frederick closed his eyes. "I know! I know it all!"
He had no other options.
Charlotte hated him. He couldn't give her anything. He couldn't watch her suffer anymore. If a change of environment could help, he was willing to let her go.
Andrew stayed silent for a long time.
But Frederick knew he agreed.
He wiped the blood from his forehead, stood up, and left.
When the door closed, Andrew erupted, throwing papers and cursing, "Madman! If you loved her so much, why didn't you do something earlier?"
Andrew slumped into a chair, eyes red. He knew this was the only way to save Charlotte's life.
Frederick returned to the hospital room.
Charlotte was still staring at the baby. She barely slept three hours a day.
She was draining her life for this child.
Frederick felt a pang of sorrow aboutthe decision he had made, a feeling he had never experienced before.
As a husband and a father, he had failed in his duties. He had let his wife become like this.
He hugged her tightly, maybe for the last time.
Charlotte resisted.
Frederick held on, his chin on her shoulder. "Let me hold you for a while. Just this once. Charlotte, don't push me away!"
She had no strength left and let him embrace her.
She felt like ice.
But he still nestled close, absorbing her scent, remembering their past.
He clearly loved her.
She was the first woman he had been intimate with.
He kept her at home, showered her with gifts, fought with Ethan for her, got angry with Oliver, Nicholas, and Brian for her. Every time she cried, his heart ached. Every time she left, he regretted it.
He clearly loved her.
Frederick kissed her hair, voice trembling. "Charlotte, I love you!"
Charlotte's body stiffened.
Whether he loved her or not meant nothing to her anymore.
She didn't respond. He closed his eyes and held her tighter. The force made Charlotte uncomfortable, and she said hoarsely, "You're hurting me!"
"I'm hurting too! Charlotte, I'm hurting too!"
In the past, she would have felt sorry for him, but now, no matter how much he hurt, she was indifferent.
The nurse came in to deliver the medication, feeling awkward.
She quickly put down the medicine and left.
Frederick looked at the two pills on the tray, which usually were Charlotte's antidepressants, but today they were sleeping pills.
As long as Charlotte took them, she would sleep for more than 10 hours.
Frederick slowly let go of her.
His voice trembled. "Charlotte, it's time to take your medicine."
Charlotte didn't resist. She knew she was sick and needed treatment. She swallowed the two pills with warm water.
Drowsiness crept in, and she felt an overwhelming fatigue, like she could sleep forever.
"Frederick. Why am I so sleepy?"
Her body went limp, and he caught her, holding her close.
He laid her on the small bed, watching quietly.
Before giving birth, Charlotte weighed 120 pounds. Now she was down to just 90, almost all skin and bones, her face painfully thin.
Frederick caressed her face, feeling her warmth.
After a while, he took off the necklace from her neck.
It held the ring he had given her.
She was asleep, so he finally slipped the diamond ring onto her finger.
They were finally a real couple.
Frederick lay down and held her, burying his face in her neck. Soon, his tears soaked the area. He wished he could freeze this moment. Little Lola was fine. He and Charlotte were still husband and wife.
Charlotte slept for 24 hours. She slowly opened her eyes, her mind blank at first. Then, as if her body remembered, she stood up and ran to the glass window.
"Lola. How's Lola?"
But when she looked, she froze.
The incubator was empty, all the equipment gone, just a small blanket that had wrapped Lola, lying there alone.
Lola was gone.
When Charlotte realized, her face was covered in tears. She pounded on the glass door, calling Lola's name, "Lola. Mommy's here. Lola, where did you go?"
Frederick held her tightly, his lips against her hair, stopping her from hurting herself. He told her in a hoarse voice, "Lola is gone."
Charlotte froze.
She blinked, her eyelashes wet with tears, unable to see clearly.
She didn't believe it.
She had just taken a nap. How could Lola be gone?
She pounded on the glass with all her might, her palms swelling, but she didn't give up.
She felt it was all a dream.
When she woke up, Lola would still be there.
Charlotte started smashing things, thinking the noise would wake her from the dream. It had to be a dream.
Frederick held her as she smashed everything in the room.
His arms were covered in blood.
Charlotte looked at everything and slowly accepted the reality. Lola was really gone.
Frederick held her tightly. "Charlotte, calm down."
Charlotte went mad, slapping him several times before breaking down in tears. "Frederick, Lola is gone! She's gone!"
Frederick endured it all.
He knew Charlotte hated him, but he could only endure it.
He held her for a long time, feeling the last bit of warmth between them.
Charlotte was in a daze. She softly said, "Where is she? I want to see her. Lola was so small. She must be very scared."
Frederick didn't want her to go. He was afraid she'd be further traumatized. "Wait a day. You need to rest now."
But Charlotte was insistent. "I want to go! Frederick, she's my child. I want to go!"
In the Hawkins family cemetery, tall trees cast shadows over the ground, and the sun was setting.
Next to Uma's grave, there was a small tombstone.
Charlotte got out of the car and stumbled over.
When she saw the small tombstone, she froze, her legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, trembling as she picked up a handful of fresh, moist soil with a few tender shoots.
At that moment, Charlotte finally knew. Lola was really gone.
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