I sat on the cold floor leaning against the wall, exerting all my strength to pound on the door.
“Help me ”
The door was closed, and my already weak cry for help was also cut off.
Like being pierced by countless iron nails, I recalled the courses at the maternity school
The intervals of contractions became shorter and shorter, and I slowly adjusted my breathing, hoping to rely on myself to safely deliver the baby.
Calm down, Tiara, you could do it.
The baby needed you.
Teus and swear intertwined, and the throat shouted until it was almost hoarse.
The lower abdomen felt as if it had been torn apart, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of blood.
I don’t know how long it had been, but the situation was getting worse
worse and worke
It hurts. The child wouldn’t come our
I was panicked and scared, gritting my teeth as I felt the blood beneath me.
Trembling. I wrote on the frosted glass door of the toilet with his finger.
To attract the attention of people outside, I slapped several bloody handprints on th
is on the dour.
The person who had just c
“Lawson, something terrible has happened.”
come out of the neighboring toilet was startled and shouted
“The toilet door was covered in blood stains. Tara might be going into labor.”
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Drunk and tipsy, Lawson sneered.
“What bloodstains? She must have secretly brought a bottle of red wine in. The child is only seven months old, how could it be born so quickly? Ignore
her.”
The man was a little afraid to continue persuading
“Lawson, maybe we should open the door and take a look. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
Lawson didn’t care at all, Elaina in his arms cooed softly.
“Tiara had played this game before and insisted on Lawson firing me. You don’t understand her, she was just upset that Lawson didn’t accompany her for New Year’s Eve!!!
The people outside the door no longer persisted, and the radiance in my eyes dimmed little by little.
The pain that came from my belly brought me back to my senses.
No, I couldn’t give up.
Baby, Mom will save you.
I took off my coat and used my finger to dip it in blood, writing down a distress message on it.
I struggled to climb up the toilet and, with great effort, pashed open the ventilation window above to throw my cost downstairs.
But the intense pain made it impossible for me to straighten my back, and my clothes got stuck in the window.
My lips were bitten and I finally threw the clothes down.
Just at that moment, my feet slipped and I fell backward.
