Chapter 239 Losing a Child
Luke's expression became incredibly tense, and his body swayed suddenly.
For a moment, Karida and Terry even thought he might collapse.
He held his breath, hesitant to move forward.
Contrary to her usual timid nature of hiding behind Luke in all matters, Karida strode forward briskly.
Standing at the warehouse door, he gasped.
"Luke, maybe you shouldn't come over just yet," he suggested cautiously from the doorway. "Let's get Elsa to the hospital first. We'll meet you there."
Luke seemed not to hear and quickened his pace, rushing past him and into the warehouse.
Elsa had already lost consciousness, her head bleeding from hitting the wall.
There was blood on her legs too, from their child.
The walls were covered with photos of Leslie's suicide, likely high-resolution screenshots from a video.
Some of the photos had bloodstains, probably torn by Elsa's hands.
Karida, Terry, and everyone present held their breath in shock at the scene.
Luke carefully cradled Elsa in his arms. She was so cold, so clammy. He instinctively checked her breath.
"I'm late," Luke whispered, not even noticing his fingers digging into his palm.
The baby couldn't be saved, and Elsa overwhelmed by the immense shock, fell into a deep sleep for three days and nights.
She had a long, vivid dream.
In the dream, Elsa walked through darkness, surrounded by wailing voices.
Suddenly, Leslie's voice rang out, "Sweetheart, why are you here?"
"Mom, I miss you!" Elsa shouted in panic.
Leslie's gentle laughter echoed in her ears, "Sweetie, it's not your time to join me yet. Go back."
"No, I want to be with you!" Elsa cried out.
She felt a wave of anxiety and fear.
The darkness was impenetrable; she could see nothing. Leslie's voice resonated, both near and distant, yet her face remained unseen.
"Go back, sweetie. But your baby will stay. I'll take care of it." Leslie's voice had a strange calming effect, slowly soothing Elsa.
"Mom, I'm leaving with Grandma," a small voice said.
The baby? Her baby?
Elsa panicked again.
"Where are you? Baby? Mom? Where are you?!" she shouted helplessly.
Waking up, her hospital gown soaked, she gasped for air like a fish out of water.
"Baby, don't be scared, I'm here!" Saying, Luke rushed over to hold her.
Elsa looked at Luke, feeling a bit unfamiliar. What had happened? Why did he look so haggard?
Luke's eyes were bloodshot, his stubble dark around his lips, his shirt wrinkled and clinging to his body, his voice hoarse.
"What happened to you?" she asked, confused, her head aching.
She was dazed for a long time before remembering what had happened before she passed out.
To avoid seeing Leslie's death again, she had slammed her head against the garage wall and blacked out.
"I'm still alive, right?" she asked Luke. After getting a nod, she remembered the dream.
"What about the baby?" she asked, feeling uneasy.
Luke pressed his lips tightly, saying nothing.
"Tell me, what happened to the baby?" Elsa inquired once more, her gaze shifting beyond Luke to encompass everyone in the room.
No one answered.
Her heart clenched.
Finally, Karida took a deep breath and stepped forward, saying, "You're still young. There will be other chances."
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