Chapter 37 Taking away Her Baby
In the dank, grimy prison, Emma was falling apart. Her wrists were cuffed so tight they were ghostly white, her face pale as a ghost, and her eyes screamed helplessness and despair. Every day, she got the crap beaten out of her by other inmates, the physical and mental pain mixing together, pushing her to the edge.
"You bitch, still breathing, huh?" one inmate snarled, lunging at her and landing a punch right in her gut. Emma groaned, curling up in agony, her heart sinking deeper into despair.
"Please, don't hit me, I'm begging you," she whimpered, tears welling up, silently praying for a shred of mercy.
But the cold indifference and mockery from the inmates ripped her apart, like the whole world was against her.
The baby in her belly was growing bigger every day, and the combined hell of pregnancy and prison life was driving her nuts.
Just when she was about to lose it completely, Ethan finally brought her the special medicine.
She clutched the tiny bottle like it was her lifeline, feeling a flicker of warmth and hope. She knew these drugs were the only thing keeping her from falling apart. As she took the medicine, she felt a faint glimmer of hope, silently vowing to protect her baby no matter what.
But as summer rolled in, Emma's belly got huge, and the pain was off the charts. She endured it alone in that hellhole, her heart filled with fear and anxiety. Every night, she felt waves of intense pain, like a warning of the childbirth to come.
Finally, on a scorching night, Emma felt a sharp pain, panic flooding her heart. She banged on the prison door, her voice echoing down the empty corridor, "Help! I'm about to give birth!"
But only cold silence answered. Then, a group of female inmates barged into her cell, sinister smiles plastered on their faces. Their eyes gleamed with excitement, like they had found their prey.
"Congrats, today's your big day!" one inmate sneered, stepping closer.
"What are you gonna do?" Emma's voice trembled, her heart pounding with fear and anxiety, trying to back away but surrounded by them.
"Don't worry, we're just here to help you give birth," another inmate said maliciously, grabbing Emma's wrist and dragging her to the ground.
"Let go of me! Please! I'm begging you!" Emma struggled desperately, her heart filled with despair and helplessness, but she was no match for the vicious inmates.
"Stop squirming and stay still!" The inmates pinned her down, and Emma felt a wave of intense pain, her heart filled with endless fear.
Her heart was shattered, tears streaming down her face, her painful moans echoing in the prison. But the inmates showed no mercy, continuing their brutality until her baby was taken away.
"Why are you doing this?" Emma's voice was filled with despair, silently praying for a shred of mercy, but only getting the inmates' mockery.
"Mr. Russell said the kid you're carrying has to be buried with the child his beloved woman lost. Emma, don't blame us, we're just following orders."
Beloved woman.
Following orders.
Emma weakly closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. The inmates' laughter echoed in her ears, mocking her helplessness and despair.
Her baby was to be buried with Anna's illegitimate child with another man. Was it laughable or tragic?
The next day, Emma dragged herself off the ground, enduring the burning pain, and called for help from the prison guard, "Last night, someone forced me to induce labor and took my baby away!"
The guard looked at Emma suspiciously, "When did you ever have a baby?"
That question snapped Emma wide awake.
This was all a setup, everyone was in on it.
All because she fell for the wrong guy, George.
Maybe the special meds Ethan brought really did the trick, or maybe Emma just had the will to see her baby again. Either way, she walked out of that hellhole alive.
The sunlight hit her face, warm and blinding. She squinted, her heart a mess of emotions. Waiting for her were Ethan and Mia, the two people who had her back through it all.
"Welcome home," Ethan said with a soft smile, his eyes warm, giving her shoulder a gentle pat.
"Emma, don't worry, I'm here for you now," Mia said, hugging the frail and vacant-eyed Emma.
"Thank you," Emma's voice was weak, her heart a mix of gratitude and unease. Turns out, there were still people who cared about her.
Ethan kept apologizing, saying that when everything went down three years ago, he was abroad, and since Emma never opened up, he had no clue what she went through.
Of course, Emma didn't blame him.
"Let's hit the hospital for a check-up first," Mia said firmly, holding Emma's hand.
In the hospital exam room, Emma sat on a cold chair, her heart racing. A few minutes later, Billy Richardson walked in, smiling, "Didn't expect my new drug to really stop the tumor from growing and getting worse."
"Really?" Emma's voice was filled with surprise and relief, tears welling up, a warm feeling spreading in her heart.
"Yep, although we can't do surgery for a full cure yet, with some rest, you'll definitely get better!" Billy's voice was gentle and reassuring.
As they left the hospital, Ethan watched her quietly, his eyes full of concern and tenderness. Emma felt the deep affection in his gaze, but a hint of unease crept in.
She didn't feel she deserved such affection.
"Let's hit the beauty salon!" Mia suggested, snapping Emma out of her thoughts, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "Let's start fresh!"
At the salon, the stylist cut Emma's long hair with skilled, swift movements. Each snip seemed to cut away the shadows of her past. Emma looked at herself in the mirror, her short hair making her look fresh and capable, a long-lost confidence rising in her heart.
"You still look so stunning!" Mia exclaimed excitedly, her eyes full of relief.
Emma smiled slightly, feeling a warmth in her heart.
With her new look, Emma carried a bag of fresh fruit, deciding to visit Douglas in the psychiatric hospital. Along the way, her heart was full of anticipation, eager to see the old man who had once given her warmth.
But when she got to the hospital and asked at the front desk, she was told, "Sorry, Douglas has passed away."
"Passed away?" Emma's heart felt like it had been hit hard, her face instantly turning pale, the fruit in her hand falling to the ground with a crisp sound.
"We're very sorry," the nurse's voice grew faint in her ears, tears streaming down her face, her heart filled with endless pain and despair.
"How did he die?"
"He died of natural causes."
Emma couldn't believe it. Three years ago, Douglas was still in good health, how could it be so sudden?
Her heart was filled with regret, like she had lost the whole world. Emma collapsed on the ground, tears flowing uncontrollably, silently calling Douglas's name, longing to feel his warm embrace once more.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa..." Her voice was weak in the hospital corridor, the pain in her heart surging like a tide, overwhelming her.
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