The Divorcee Amazed the World

In a hurry, Helena pulled up her pants, pushed open the bathroom door, and ran out.

Three steps in two, she reached the bedside.

Shaking Willis’s arm, she stammered, “Blood! I’m bleeding!”

Her voice trembled.

An unknown fear amplified endlessly in her mind.

She was afraid of losing.

Afraid that the child in her belly would leave her, just like Jay, Grandfather, and Grandmother.

She was terrified!

Terrified!

When she was ten, Jay died, leaving a bowl-sized scar in her young heart.

Even now, she was still immersed in that shadow, unable to escape.

Frequent nightmares haunted her.

A scar that didn’t heal but grew larger with the deaths of her grandparents.

If it happened again, she didn’t know if she could bear it.

Helena tightly grasped Willis’s arm, shaking it vigorously. “Wake up, wake up!”

Her nails pressed into his flesh through the fabric.

Willis abruptly opened his eyes, sat up, and grabbed her arm. “What did you say? Say it again!”

His handsome face was surprisingly gloomy.

His grip on Helena’s arm was tight.

Helena’s lips quivered, her face turning deathly pale. “I’m bleeding! It’s a sign of a miscarriage! Quickly take me to the hospital!”

Willis’s heart sank, feeling the visceral spasms within.

The muscles on his face twitched in pain.

A suppressed emotion was about to burst forth.

He threw off the blanket, got out of bed, and picked up Helena, then rushed downstairs.

No time for slippers.

In pajamas, he hurriedly stepped into his shoes, freeing one hand to grab the car keys, opened the door, and ran out.

On the way, holding her tightly, he kept saying, “Hold on, we’re going to the hospital. Everything will be fine, Helena. You must hold on; the child will be fine, absolutely fine.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Whether he was consoling her or himself, he couldn’t tell.

In reality, he valued this child even more than she did.

It was the only link keeping her by his side.

He feared losing this connection.

Losing her.

Helena was in pain, unable to speak, just gripping his clothes tightly.

The wind whispered in their ears.

He ran too fast.

Even though she might be petite, weighing around ninety pounds, he held her tightly, running as fast as the wind.

Faster than an ordinary person.

Arriving at the underground parking lot.

He opened the car door, put her inside, fastened her seatbelt in haste.

Hurriedly closing the car door, he circled to the driver’s seat and started the car.

Driving out of the underground parking lot.

Heading to the hospital.

Throughout the journey, he drove at breakneck speed.

Helena was secretly pinching sweat, repeatedly saying, “Drive slower, drive slower, safety is the most important.”

But how could Willis listen?

He raced against time, wanting to get Helena to the hospital as fast as possible.

He only knew that he couldn’t be without this child.

Couldn’t be without Helena.

Fortunately, it was late at night, with very few vehicles on the road.

A forty-minute drive was completed in twenty minutes.

He parked the car at the roadside, opened the car door, picked up Helena, and rushed towards the emergency building.

Reaching the gynecological emergency area.

“Doctor! Doctor!” Holding Helena, he shouted loudly to the doctors.

A departure from his usual elegant and composed demeanor.

He was very anxious.

An anxiety he had never experienced before.

Doctors and nurses quickly rushed over.

Helena was placed on a surgical gurney and wheeled into the operating room.

Lying on the pristine sheets, her little face was pale, devoid of color, and tiny beads of cold sweat kept forming.

The long hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat, hanging down strand by strand.

Like a struggling crane in the midst of a snowstorm.

Extremely fragile.

Watching her weak and haggard appearance, Willis felt an indescribable heartache.

The surgery door closed from the inside.

His Helena was out of sight.

Willis’s anxious gaze suddenly turned cold.

He picked up his phone, found Haden’s number, and dialed it.