Chapter 393 You Won't Die
She clutched the box, sobbing uncontrollably.
She'd never felt this heartbroken before.
But there was nothing she could do.
She had already traded her life for her baby.
Why was she alive?
Why did her child have to die?
She couldn't accept it.
Oscar walked over and saw her distress. His eyes were filled with sorrow too. But it was too late to change anything. He had to lift her up and say, "There will be more children. You need to pull yourself together."
Pearl was losing her mind from the pain.
The more she had hoped for his arrival, the deeper her sorrow now.
The child's death hurt more than anything.
Seeing Oscar made her even more emotional. She shoved him away, "Get away from me! What did you do? What exactly did you do! 'There will be more children,' you say so easily. Aren't you sad? Do you even have a heart? Did you never look forward to it? You never loved him!"
Oscar pressed his lips together, not answering, and tried to wipe her tears.
But as he raised his hand, Pearl turned her face away, "You have no right to touch me!"
Oscar's hand hung in mid-air, sadness in his eyes.
Pearl saw it, saw his hesitant hand. He was always so indecisive, never loving her fully.
Her disappointment always came from him never risking everything for her.
She was never his first choice.
Pearl looked into his eyes, "You are something else, always trying to secure your power. But have you ever chosen me, stayed by my side? You haven't. Even when the child died, you weren't sad!"
Before, she understood him.
No matter how busy he was, it was for those ordinary people.
She understood, even though she had been pregnant for ten months, she had very few moments with him.
But what was he doing?
Every time, he was giving up on her.
"You're right. I didn't love him as much as you thought," Oscar admitted, his tone cold. "I could even give him up. Hate me if you want, but now you see my true colors. I wasn't as excited about this child as you thought."
Pearl looked at him in disbelief.
How could he say such things?
And his eyes were so cold, pushing her emotions to the edge. She slapped him hard across the face.
A loud smack echoed.
Oscar didn't dodge, taking the slap head-on.
His head turned to the side, a clear handprint on his face.
And the people who rushed over saw this scene, when Pearl slap Oscar.
To others, it was shocking.
"How could you say such things!" Pearl cried, already heartbroken, and now hearing this: "Am I wrong giving birth to the baby? Then why did you act so happy and pleased? Were you pretending? Was your love for me also fake?"
Oscar turned back, denying everything, but admitted one thing: "I could fake everything, but my love for you is real."
Pearl felt like she had heard a joke and mocked, "What good is love alone! Can you bring my child back to life? Can you promise to protect me forever?"
Saying this, Pearl might still have held onto a glimmer of hope.
But she knew it was impossible.
She was just deceiving herself.
Oscar could never give her what she wanted, and she couldn't rely on him.
Now she felt truly unburdened.
No more attachments.
Pearl didn't wait for Oscar's response and stood up.
Her hands were dirty, her face a mix of dirt and tears.
She was a mess.
But as she stood, she fainted from exhaustion.
Oscar caught her.
Now Pearl was quiet, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
Oscar's deep eyes stared at her, gently wiping away her tears.
"Oscar."
Everyone was there now.
Oscar held Pearl in his arms, "Clean this place up."
Barbara looked troubled and hesitated, "Is this it? She will be very heartbroken."
Oscar said, "If not, she will only die. As long as she lives, there is hope. Even if this child is gone, she must live."
To Oscar, Pearl's life was more important than the child's.
Even if she hated him, he accepted it.
Barbara fell silent; no one could bear to see Pearl so heartbroken.
"I will leave the rest to you," Oscar said to Barbara. "Protect her well. Remember everything I told you."
Barbara said seriously, "I know. I won't let you down."
"Good." Oscar nodded and carried Pearl back.
He laid Pearl on the bed, took a towel to wipe her face, and cleaned her hands, even picking out the dirt from under her nails.
Seeing her injured hands, he still felt heartache.
Repeating these actions, changing the water several times, he remained very patient.
His lingering gaze swept over Pearl's face again.
Oscar stayed quietly for several hours.
Because he knew, after she learned of the child's death, she would never forgive him.
She would surely hate him and wouldn't want to see him.
Rather than waking up to arguments and making her sad and emotional, he preferred to look at her while she was unconscious.
When the sun set, Oscar slowly stood up.
Leaning over, he gently kissed her lips.
Then Oscar left.
Oscar said nothing, but many people were already waiting.
As he came out, they all started adjusting their attire, preparing to leave.
Oscar didn't linger, striding out.
Barbara watched them, still uneasy, and chased after him, "Oscar!"
Oscar turned to look at her.
"Take care," Barbara said, believing this would also be Pearl's words.
"Okay."
Then they went downstairs.
Several cars were waiting below.
Oscar got into a car, followed by the others, and they slowly drove away.
Now it was completely quiet.
Even the hospital seemed less noisy, and hearts felt empty.
It made people feel sad.
That was Barbara's feeling.
Finally finding a sense of home, only to have it scattered again.
But she still had things to do.
For Pearl, for the people she cared about, she would complete her tasks.
Three days later, Pearl finally woke up.
The moment she woke up, she looked up at the ceiling, her eyes somewhat vacant.
Barbara, who had been anxiously waiting, saw Pearl open her eyes and was overjoyed, "Pearl, you're finally awake. You've been asleep for three days."
Pearl hoarsely said, "Why am I not dead?"
She thought she was going to die this time.
She could go be with her child.
Why was she still alive?
Barbara leaned on the bed, "How could you die? You won't die!"
Pearl turned her head, looking at her, "Why won't I?"
Barbara's eyes grew complicated. She stood up to prepare her meal, changing the subject, "You must be hungry. The food is ready and still hot. Get up and eat."
Pearl sat up, pressing, "Why won't I die? Barbara, tell me."
Barbara bit her lip, feeling tormented.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door.
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