Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105 He Personally Sent His Own Child Away 

My tailbone hit the ground, a piercing pain spread throughout my body in an instant. The pain brought me back to consciousness, I looked towards Ashley who had already been pulled up by Walter at the edge 

of the well. 

She choked on water, leaning weakly against Walter, coughing incessantly, her face deathly pale. I thought, had Walter arrived a moment later, she would have undoubtedly died. 

Walter’s gaze fell on me, cold, almost devoid of any warmth. He looked at me, his eyes nearly filled with hatred. 

I knew, he was very angry at that time. 

But he didn’t say anything, he just picked up Ashley horizontally and left. 

“Walter, my stomach hurts so much,” Ashley spoke, curling up in Walter’s arms and clutching her stomach. Her delicate face was almost ugly due to the pain. 

“Don’t be afraid, we’re going to the hospital, right now.” Walter spoke, holding him and quickly left. 

I sat in place, staring at the spot where Ashley had just stood, a wet patch of water, with a small stain of blood, it was Ashley’s. 

I stood there, stunned, feeling like a puppet drained of its soul. The only sensation was a throbbing pain in my heart. 

“Tabatha!” Olivia’s anxious voice rang in my ears. I looked around hesitantly, following the sound, and saw several people running in one 

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It was Olivia and his mother, as well as Alexander. 

Seeing me sitting on the ground, my mother hurriedly ran to my side, her eyes full of concern as she tried to help me up. She kept muttering, “What happened? They said something happened over here from the stage, I rushed over as soon as I heard, what happened?” 

I had originally wanted to stand up with the help of my mother’s strength, but as soon as I exerted force, a heart-piercing pain slowly came from my lower abdomen. I subconsciously covered my stomach, and my forehead broke out in a cold sweat in an instant. 

“What’s wrong?” The mother noticed something was off and asked aloud. 

Alexander wrapped his arm around my waist, almost lifting me up. 

The moment I stood up, accompanied by a pain in my lower abdomen, I distinctly felt a warm flow slowly sliding down between my legs. 

Almost instantly, I looked down and touched the pool of red blood on the ground. My brain exploded and I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. 

“Blood!” The mother also saw the blood on the ground, her eyes widened, and she spoke in panic. 

“Tabatha, you’re bleeding, a lot!” Olivia’s gaze fell on my calf, where a line of blood was slowly trickling down onto the ground. 

I was stiff all over, feeling unbearably cold, and a lump in my throat made it impossible for me to utter a single word. 

It was that fall just now, I initially thought I had just landed on my tailbone, but I didn’t expect… 

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“Child…” I began, my voice already choked up to the point where I couldn’t speak. 

“Quick, to the hospital!” Mother screamed, her tears falling like a kite with a broken string. 

When did I lose consciousness? Probably after Alexander hurriedly carried me out of the old house. I saw Carley following out to ask what was happening, saw the looks from the younger generation of the Hinton family, pitiful, sympathetic, and relieved! 

Perhaps those stares hurt me too much, so that’s why I closed my eyes. 

In a vast expanse of white fog, I saw my father’s retreating figure. I chased after him, calling out, but he didn’t respond, nor did he turn back to look at me. He just kept walking ahead of me. 

After a long walk, he finally turned back to look at me. He smiled at me, but his gaze was filled with heartache. I hadn’t seen him for a long time. Seeing him stop and wait for me, I couldn’t help but rush forward and hug him, crying, “Dad, I miss you so much, I really do.”