Chapter 700

At the moment when I completely lost consciousness, I thought of my baby. In the end, it was me who let them down. I was not a good mother.

"The patient showed signs of threatened miscarriage, with low blood pressure and rapid heart rate, so I hurried to call the chief physician. First, set up the equipment and stabilize all the patient’s vital signs."

"Mr. Palmer, you came, please save Ralda, I beg you to save Ralda."

"Ralda mentioned that you were a doctor and very skilled in medicine. You must save Ralda and the child in her belly."

So noisy!

There were chaotic footsteps and voices in my ears, mixed with the sound of instruments beeping. Vonnie seemed to be crying beside me. Quentin seemed to be anxiously calling my name. I tried hard to open my eyes, but everything in front of me was still blurry. I only saw a crowd of people next to me, but I couldn’t see who they were. The dripping sound of the instrument made people anxious, and the smell of disinfectant in the air was particularly pungent.

I really wanted to leave. I didn’t want to stay here. I struggled to raise my hand to grab Vonnie. A warm, big hand suddenly held my hand. I couldn’t see his face, only a familiar voice echoed in my ears. "Don’t be afraid, I will definitely save you, and the baby in your belly."

It was Anton’s voice. Anton also came. Where was Reynaldo? Did he come? Did he believe that I was carrying his baby?

Consciousness was gradually dissipating. Vonnie’s crying and Quentin’s anxious calls, sometimes distant and sometimes close, were somewhat elusive.

"Ralda, you must pull yourself together, even if not for yourself, then for the baby."

"I’m sorry, Ralda. It’s my fault. I was wrong. You must get better. As long as you get better, I promise you everything."

"Oh, Ralda… you must pull yourself together…"

Slowly, I couldn’t hear anything, and there was only darkness left in my world.

I didn’t know how many days I had been unconscious; I just felt like I had been having a very long dream. In my dream, there was my childhood. Back then, the family was still doing well, with my parents loving each other. Although Quentin found me annoying, he always took me wherever he went. When I was sick, my dad would cancel everything and stay at home to take care of me. Mom would hug me and tell me stories. When Quentin came back from school, he would bring a lot of little things to cheer me up. In childhood, the years were carefree. Mom and Dad used to take Quentin and me to grandma’s house to escape the summer heat. In the summer, we ate chilled watermelon and watched the stars in the yard. Quentin would take me to catch fireflies and crickets, and during the day he would run with me in the wheat field and fish for crayfish by the pond. On rainy days, we stood under lotus leaves and watched the small fish and frogs in the pond. Everything in the dream was as beautiful as a fairy tale. But when I grew up, everything changed. Dad changed, Quentin changed, Mom left. The beautiful fairy tale suddenly returned to the cruel reality.

The piercing pain spread in the depths of my heart, spreading throughout my body, making it impossible for me to indulge in dreams anymore. Sure enough, only beautiful things can make people indulge. Once that thing became unbearable, it forced me to wake up.