Chapter 159 Come Out!

Lola’s face was a mask of panic. Her lips trembled uncontrollably, and her hands were clenched tightly. She seemed to be sinking into a pit of endless fear.

Dante’s gaze shifted from Lola’s distressed face to somewhere far beyond her, as if he was looking through her to something else entirely.

He thought, “Was Anne this frightened when she broke her leg in that accident years ago? How did she manage to communicate with people while she was recovering alone abroad? She’s different from Lola. She is the type to digest her grievances quietly rather than make a fuss. Did she ever hide away and cry? Did she feel lost and helpless? I wasn’t there for her during that time. She must be so disappointed in me.”

At that moment, Lola suddenly cradled her head in her hands and began to sob.

“Dante, please talk to me. Will you come with me for treatment abroad? If you abandon me, too, what will I do in the future? Please, don’t cut ties with me. Just pity me a little.”

The treatment required a hefty sum. Without Dante’s help, Lola couldn’t possibly afford it.

Her voice snapped Dante out of his reverie. His expression grew colder as he replied, “Get through the surgery first. We’ll discuss the rest later.”

Lola sighed in relief.

“Later” meant there was still a chance for negotiation.

Originally, she had been overwhelmed by the sudden accident, but if it meant getting Dante’s sympathy, it wouldn’t be such a loss. After all, she didn’t want to sever ties with Dante. If she could cling to him, the position of a principal dancer seemed insignificant.

Dante’s eyes caught sight of Meryl sitting quietly on a nearby bench.

He froze for a moment, surprise flickering in his eyes, and walked over to her.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Anne?”

Meryl pointed to the closed door of the operating room. “Anne’s inside.”

Dante’s eyes widened in alarm. “Inside the operating room? What’s she doing in there?”

Meryl remained silent.

Beside them, Lola said with a hint of innocence, “Could it be that there’s a problem with the baby?”

The mention of the baby jolted Dante into a state of agitation. He started pacing nervously, his heart racing.

“A problem with the baby? Why didn’t she tell me?”

Suddenly, the realization hit him.

His face went pale, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his hands began to tremble.

He rushed to the operating room door, banging on it with desperation. “Anne! Come out here! Don’t you dare abort our baby! Come out now! Do you hear me?”

Dante’s shouting drew the attention of several onlookers.

A nurse quickly came over to intervene. “Sir, this is an operating room. Please keep your voice down, or we’ll have to call security.”

Dante seemed not to hear her. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with anguish.

“Anne, come out! We can sort this out! I know you’re angry. I was wrong, I truly was! Just give me a chance! I’ll make it up to you. Whatever you want, I’ll do it!”

Dante’s voice cracked with raw emotion, his heart shattered by the thought that Anne might actually go through with the abortion.

He could fathom the implications.

It meant Anne had completely given up on him. It meant their relationship was over, and their marriage had reached its end.

The crushing reality hit him like a tidal wave. It felt as though his heart was being torn apart by an invisible hand, suffocating him with its relentless grip.

Dante banged desperately on the operating room door, but with each passing second, there was still no response from within.

“Anne, please, just give me one more chance!” Dante’s pleas echoed down the sterile hallway as he completely disregarded the nurses trying to restrain him and the curious stares of onlookers.