###Chapter 161 Children's Tragedies - Part 7

###Chapter 161 Children's Tragedies - Part 7

"Baby, baby." After calling it countless times, I seemed to see a tiny figure in a piece of light.

He toddled towards me because he was too small, he walked unsteadily and stumbled.

As soon as I was happy, I ran to him, held the child in my arms, and looked carefully at the child in my arms. He was so small and red on his head, probably because he wanted to get out of my belly quickly, so he was squeezed himself out so tightly.

He had such a small nose and small eyes. Everything about him was so beautiful. He can also smile, smallmouth bent up, like a small flower.

"Ivelle, Ivelle.." The deep and distant voice remembered in my ear again and again.

I tried to find the source of the sound, but it was white around me and I couldn't see anything.

When I went back to see the child, the child was gone, and I was left alone in the white fog.

"Ivelle, Ivelle." The sound sounded again, and I covered my ears and didn't want to hear it. I tried to look around, trying to find the child.

But the sound was like a spell, ringing in my ears over and over again.

I broke down and shouted at the top of my voice, "Baby, Baby."

Sudden pain in my heart, I took a breath, suddenly opened my eyes, and the goal was a familiar white.

Beside him stood a group of doctors in white coats, all wearing masks.

Someone opened his mouth and said with a sigh of relief, "I finally woke up and got my life back."

"Well, it's best to protect. Transfer to the intensive care unit, observe the situation a day later, and transfer to the general ward steadily."

"Yes!"

In a daze, I was sent to the ward by a group of people. My throat was so sore that I couldn't breathe or say a word.

After the anesthesia, the body up and down began to hurt, especially in the abdomen, the kind of pain that pulls nerves as soon as you breathe a little.

"The doctor said you can't eat for six hours. You can only drink some water until the anesthesia is over." It was none other than Aaron who spoke.

I never thought that he would be the last person to appear. I thought it would be Jordan or Liam, but I didn't think it would be him!

I couldn't speak. I just looked at him and tears fell from the corners of my eyes.

He seemed to know what I meant, sighed slightly, and said, "Take good care of yourself, and there will be more children in the future."

My heart suddenly seemed to be torn open, the bloody position was poured into salt, and the pain began to spread as if even my bones felt it.

Unable to control the pain in my heart, I began to tremble and sob. Aaron held my hand, his face clouded, and there was no bottom of the pain hidden in his black eyes.

He did not speak, held my hand, let me cry. I did not know how long I cried, but I fell asleep. In the middle of several times, he called me, I answered vaguely, and fell asleep again.

This disaster was like connecting me again and again after cramping and peeling. Whenever I thought of it, the pain began to spread, and I can hardly control the sadness.

After three days, I can finally get out of bed, voice can make a little sound, clutching Aaron's sleeve, my voice is still hoarse, "I want to see the child!"

Tears swirled in my eyes, and I said, "At least, let me see what he looked like."

I got pregnant in October, at least let me see him.

Aaron frowned, his brow was beating vaguely, and his veins were vaguely rioting. "He's in the morgue, I gave it to the hospital to deal with!"

"No!" I opened my mouth, my voice tore my heart, and I shook his head and burst into tears, "Don't throw him away like this, please, he is my child, he comes to the world, even if it is ...When I die, I should let my mother take care of him for rest of my life."

He twisted his eyebrows, and his black eyes were full of heartache. "Well, you take good care of your body, and then you will deal with it when your body is well," he said.

I nodded but my heart still hurts. These days, this kind of pain has never stopped.

Aaron took good care of me. He hired me as a sister-in-law for two months. He didn't leave behind the things that pregnant women should pay attention to during the month and took good care of everything for me.

The child was suffocated and stillborn, so the body was taken out by cesarean section, and there was a long scar on my flattened stomach.

Every time I touch it, the pain of some memories begins to spread. This kind of pain was silent and I have no one to tell it to.

As I tried to remember, I didn't know until more than half of the month passed that the hospital I was in was a private hospital, far away from the capital, and belonged to Aaron's industry.

These days, all my emotions were focused on the child, and I haven't thought of anything else. Now I have the benefit of remembering and tell Maisie that Jon was safe.

I borrowed a cell phone from my sister-in-law and wanted to call Maisie, but I found that I didn't seem to remember any of my phone contacts, so I simply gave up.

Aaron came to see me every day. Every time we talked, it was mostly about financial advice and business. I understood some, and some I didn't.

I knew that he was kind and he didn't want to remind me of anything about children.

Seeing that a month has passed, I can bask in the sun in the yard and occasionally be in a daze at the flowers and plants in the yard.

Now that it was late autumn, the woods around the villa have withered, yellow leaves have fallen to the ground, it is easy to look sad.

"It's windy outside, don't stay too long!" A low magnetic voice sounded, and I looked back and saw that it was Aaron.

He shallowly pulled and smiled and said, "You're back!" Seeing that he still has the document in his hand, it meant that he just came back from the company.

As he handed the document to the caregiver, walked up to me, and habitually bent down to pick me up. I quickly avoided, smiled, and said, "My body is much better, the moon is done, and the wounds have healed."

He hugged me every time before because my wound was too big to walk around, but now it's all better, so naturally, I can't bother him.

He frowned, his dark eyes converged slightly, and said, "What would you like to eat later?" He was always like this, trying to get me something to eat for fear that I will go on a hunger strike and die.

I shook my head and smiled. "I'm not hungry. I just ate this morning. I'm not hungry now!"

He looked back at the caregiver in a low voice. "What time did she eat?"

"Seven o'clock in the morning!"

Aaron frowned, looked up at the famous Swiss watch on his wrist, and looked at me with serious eyes. "It's already afternoon, you need to eat something!"

I nodded, these days, I also seem to know his temper. Although his face was very cold, he treated people very well.

Maybe it was because of the children. I can't eat during the month. I can't eat after the month. I don't feel hungry. If Aaron hadn't told me to eat at any time, I would always forget to eat.