Chapter 221 Lola, Sleep Well and Grow Up
The sky was full of red clouds.
The setting sun cast shadows on the dark branches and leaves, making the place feel eerie, like it was mourning a young life.
Charlotte's face was streaked with tears, looking like she'd lost her mind.
"Lola, are you really gone? Did you just leave like that? Are you scared? What should I do?"
Charlotte clutched her chest, curled up in a ball. Even through her clothes, Frederick could see her bony back.
"Why didn't you let me see her one last time?"
Frederick wanted to hold her, but his fingers stopped mid-air.
His voice was rough. "The child didn't look good. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to forget it."
Charlotte was stunned. She closed her eyes a bit. "Frederick, you're so heartless! She was your child too, and you just..."
She couldn't finish the sentence about Lola. So she looked down at the tomb, and talked to her daughter in her head.
'Lola, I didn't get to love you. Before you were born, I imagined what you'd look like, but none of them were as good as you. Lola, sleep well and grow up. I'm right here.'
The world was filled with sorrow.
The last bit of light in the sky faded, and darkness took over.
Frederick bent down to pick up Charlotte. "Let's go back!"
But as soon as he held her, he realized she had fainted, burning with fever.
In the hospital room, Charlotte lay quietly while Frederick wiped her hands and body.
He spoke to her, hoping she'd wake up.
But she didn't want to. The doctor said she was too traumatized and was subconsciously refusing to accept reality, which kept her in a coma.
Laura and Chloe were there too.
Chloe couldn't stop crying. "Frederick, will Charlotte never wake up again? You shouldn't have lied to her like that. She's so heartbroken!"
Laura silently wiped her tears.
She and Patrick knew about Frederick's actions, but they didn't dare to hope much, as there was only a five percent chance.
Now they couldn't even see the child.
Frederick made all the decisions.
Frederick listened to Laura and Chloe crying. He held Charlotte's hand, his eyes on her face, and spoke softly, "I don't regret it."
Chloe was stunned.
Charlotte was in a coma for four days.
Four days later, she woke up. The hospital room was quiet, and the light was dim.
It must be nighttime.
Frederick was lying by the bed, his once admired face now looking worn out.
Charlotte quietly watched him.
Frederick woke up immediately. He looked up and met her gaze in the dim light.
They were husband and wife, but after everything, their relationship was in shambles. They didn't even know what to say to each other.
Lola was gone, and there was nothing left to discuss.
Charlotte closed her eyes. "You can leave now."
Frederick's voice was hoarse but gentle. "Are you hungry? I'll get you some hot soup."
He went to get the soup.
Charlotte turned away, her voice cold. "I don't need it."
His hand paused, and the slight smile on his face froze, but he continued to get the soup, trying to sound relaxed. "The doctor said you're malnourished. I had them add..."
"I don't need it! How many times do I have to say it? I don't need you!"
His hand trembled slightly as he gently put down the bowl.
They turned their backs to each other, unable to see each other's faces. Maybe it was easier to talk this way.
He was afraid to see her cold face.
Frederick's voice was strained. "If you don't want to see me, I'll have Maria come to take care of you. Her leg is much better now and she can walk. Charlotte, I know you're sad, but please don't be sad for too long, okay? We have to keep living."
"She was my child for seven months. I spent sixteen hours giving birth to her," Charlotte said, pain in her voice.
She sat up slightly, staring blankly at her chest, which had started to produce milk. After giving birth to Lola, she hadn't experienced this, but now that Lola was gone, her body had started to produce milk.
And this swelling pain constantly reminded her that she had once had a child.
Charlotte suddenly started crying.
She hugged the white blanket and cried hard, her slender fingers curling tightly.
Frederick saw this too. He walked over and gently hugged her.
He leaned close to her neck and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Charlotte, come home with me, okay? If we stay in the hospital, you'll always think of Lola."
Charlotte pushed his hand away. She hugged the blanket, staring blankly into space.
The doctor said it would take a long time for her to come out of this, and Frederick needed to be patient and stay with her.
Frederick continued to stay in the hospital with Charlotte. Even if she ignored him and didn't speak to him for days, he refused to let go, greedily watching her face.
He knew such opportunities were rare.
Occasionally at night, he would receive urgent calls and be gone for two days.
Charlotte didn't know where he went, nor did she care.
Their relationship had hit rock bottom, but they still coexisted for half a month. Later, Frederick realized that this was probably the most heartbreaking half-month of his life.
She was right in front of him, but he couldn't see any hope of reconciliation.
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