Chapter 118 The Child is Gone
Somebody cussed, "Despicable woman with loose morals, I'll kill you all!"
One stated, "Cheating deserves death!"
Another added, "This woman is friends with Sophia and defends her like this, they must be the same kind of people, let's beat them up together!"
The surrounding curses continued.
Her body hurt.
Especially her abdomen.
She felt like she was dying, her head started to spin, and her consciousness began to blur.
But she had no strength to push these people away, let alone run away.
Nora closed her eyes in despair.
However, just as she closed her eyes, she felt a strong pressure coming towards her.
Suddenly, the air seemed to solidify.
The fists that were hitting her stopped.
Then, there were screams all around, along with the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.
Before Nora could even think about what was happening, she felt her head spinning and her body being lifted up.
A faint scent of grass mixed with tobacco drifted into her nostrils.
Nora's body stiffened suddenly, and she immediately opened her eyes.
She was being held horizontally by someone.
Looking up.
The man's tense jawline came into view.
Without seeing his whole face, just seeing this profile, she recognized him.
She was five feet five inches, and Isaac was six feet two inches, a height difference of nine inches, making her always have to tilt her head up to meet his gaze.
From her perspective, she was most familiar with Isaac's exquisite jawline.
Especially when they hugged, instead of seeing his face, she saw his well-defined jawline.
She was so familiar with his angles.
Nora stared at him blankly, her head still spinning.
She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or awake.
How could Isaac be here?
Even if he happened to pass by and coincidentally saw her, he shouldn't have helped her.
After all, he had already concluded that she was pregnant with Mortimer's child, and hated her to the core, why would he help her again?
Nora asked, incoherently, "Isaac, why are you here?"
At this moment, Cole regained his senses, his face full of fear, and spoke tremblingly.
Isaac's expression at this moment was terrifying, like a grim reaper coming for a soul.
Just standing there, he made people tremble with fear.
Isaac coldly instructed his men, "Beat them all first, then find out who laid a hand on Nora, and bring them all back."
Cole's face changed color in fear, and he hurriedly explained, "Isaac, I heard that Nora divorced you, that's why I laid a hand on her, I didn't mean to offend you, please spare me!"
However, Isaac still ignored him.
He turned and carried Nora off the stage.
Nora began to struggle.
"If you don't want to die, behave yourself!" Isaac sternly reprimanded.
"Sophia," Nora weakly spoke.
Isaac harshly said, "You're on the brink of death yourself, and you're still thinking about others? You're really something!"
She couldn't even protect herself, yet she wanted to protect others.
This foolish woman, he really wanted to pry open her mind and see if it was filled with water!
Nora pursed her lips, didn't speak, but struggled to get back on the ground.
Isaac gritted his teeth, and scolded, "Move again, and I'll break your legs!"
"Sophia," Nora persisted.
Isaac said, "I've had someone take her to the hospital, you should worry about yourself first, you've been bleeding all along!"
Upon hearing this, Nora breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Sophia was okay.
As for the latter part of Isaac's sentence, she didn't take it seriously.
After all, she was on the brink of death, and it didn't matter how severe her injuries were.
Nora looked up, staring at him blankly.
She wanted to ask how he appeared and why he saved her.
But her throat was hoarse, her head was dizzy, and she couldn't speak.
Her consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and she couldn't even tell if she was awake or dreaming.
In a daze, she reached out and gently touched his cheek.
"Behave yourself! Are you flirting with me at a time like this?" Isaac grabbed her hand and bit it as a punishment.
Nora wanted to say that she wasn't flirting with him.
She just wanted to confirm if he was real.
The twisting pain in her abdomen and the dizziness in her head struck again, and she was too weak to explain, so she closed her eyes heavily.
Isaac urged frantically, "Nora, wake up, don't sleep!"
Vaguely, she heard Isaac's low, commanding voice, firm but tinged with panic.
Then there was a commotion.
She felt herself being taken into the operating room.
It seemed like she heard the doctor say, "The child can't be saved, Isaac demands all efforts to save the adult, if the adult can't be saved, everyone will be buried together, be careful!"
After that, she completely lost consciousness.
Nora had a dream.
In the dream, a pair of three or four-year-old twins, as delicate as dolls, were playing around her with smiles on their faces, calling her mommy in a childish voice.
But soon, the smiles on their faces vanished, their bodies covered in blood, countless hands reaching out from the ground, pulling them down.
They cried out to her, reaching out their hands, begging her to save them.
But she found that no matter how she walked, she couldn't reach them.
Nora suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath, looking in horror at the white ceiling.
"Having a nightmare?" A magnetic and deep voice sounded in her ears.
Nora's body stiffened, turning her head to look at the bedside.
Isaac sat expressionless at the bedside, his deep eyes meeting hers without any emotion.
"Dreaming about the child again?" Isaac asked again.
A hint of surprise appeared in Nora's eyes.
How did he know?
Perhaps sensing her confusion, Isaac said, "You kept calling out 'baby' in your dream."
Nora's heart trembled fiercely.
Her hands clenched into fists under the covers, her eyes showing a hint of pain and sadness.
"Is the baby gone?" Nora asked.
Although it was a question, it was asked with certainty.
After being kicked so hard, the twisting pain in her abdomen before she passed out, she already had a premonition that the child couldn't be saved.
"Yes," Isaac's tone remained indifferent.
It was Mortimer's child, he felt no regret or sympathy for the loss of the child, it was only natural.
Nora's heart shrank sharply, tears welling up in her eyes.
She said, "I dreamt of a pair of twins, they were playing happily around me at first, then suddenly covered in blood, countless bloody hands reaching out from the ground, dragging them into hell..."
And continued, "They wanted to live, to stay by my side, begging me to save them, but I was powerless."
Tears flowed more and more violently, until she couldn't speak anymore.
Even though she knew beforehand that the child in her belly couldn't be born, even without this accident, they couldn't have come into this world.
But when the child truly disappeared from her womb, the indescribable pain still made it hard for her to breathe.
Isaac remained silent, showing no intention of comforting her.
Only when she had cried enough did he ask in a low voice, "When you miscarried my child back then, did you have such dreams?"
He added, "Did you ever think that he was also begging for help, wanting to come into this world?"
Nora's body stiffened suddenly.
Isaac continued, "Or did you only care about Mortimer's child, when you miscarried my child, did you not feel the slightest bit of reluctance?"
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