The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 317

Matthew let out a soft sigh and held my hand. He did not say anything more to comfort me.

I could not stop crying. I was letting the pain in my heart out.

I cried myself to sleep. I did not know how long I slept. When I opened my eyes again, I did not see anyone else in the ward.

I struggled to sit up on the bed and pressed on the call bell.

Soon, Matthew came running into the ward.

He looked a little haggard. He had been watching over me at the door of the ward recently. Theo had yet to show up, but it did not matter anymore.

"You're finally awake.” Matthew sat in front of the bed.

I asked him in a hoarse voice, "Where’s my baby?"

"Wanda..." Matthew cast his eyes down. "What matters the most now is that you need to recover. You can have another baby in the future. I hope you can pull yourself together."

"I know my baby's dead." The corner of my lips was tugged stiffly. "I’d like to see my baby. After all, they... were in my belly for ten months."

As I spoke, I lost control of myself and tears came streaming down my face.

Matthew did not say anything for a long time.

"I'd like to personally handle my baby's funeral," I spoke firmly. "That's my baby. I have the right to do so. n

After a while, Matthew nodded his head. "Alright. I'll inform the hospital to keep the body. You can personally handle the funeral after you've recovered."

I gave out a long sigh of relief and lay back down on the bed. As I stared at the white ceiling, my chest was i n so much pain that I could barely breathe.

After a few days, I was able to get down from the bed and walk around. This hospital belonged to the Zimmer family. I was staying in the best ward available. Every day, there were a few nurses taking turns to take care of me. I was being taken good care o f.

Matthew's Adam's apple moved. He wanted to say something but chose not to in the end.

Ever since that incident, I was not allowed to be alone. Matthew would come over a few times every day to chat with me. He was afraid that I would get sick if I kept on bottling up my feelings. I appreciated his kind gesture, so I would cooperate with him and talk to him. I would smile a little more as well.

It was as if everything was getting better, but Matthew and I knew that those wounds could never be healed.

I previously left my phone with Matthew, and I did not ask for it back. I did not plan to get in touch with Cecilia and Jerome yet. I would only make them worry if I contacted them now.

Time flew and a month passed. Fall had arrived. I asked the nurse to push me out to the park.

Children were playing around in their hospital gowns. I grabbed the nurse's arm tightly. It was so tight that it hurt her. She pursed her lips but did not complain about how painful it was. She reached out her other hand and covered my eyes.

It took me a second to let go of her arm. "I'm sorry."