Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard) novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221 Miscarriage 

When I was rushed to the hospital, I felt completely numb. 

My hand instinctively went to the blood below, confirming the truth–I was bleeding, and there was so much of it. But why didn’t I feel any pain? 

The nurse kept telling me to stay calm and breathe deeply, but I felt oddly detached. Why should I be calm? I didn’t understand. 

It wasn’t until I saw Julian’s stoic face that I realized I was crying. 

I 

“Dr.Pope… My baby stammered. 

“The procedure will be straightforward,” he replied calmly, pushing the gurney alongside the team. There is nothing to worry about. I’ll handle it with the head surgeon. It is just a minor 

surgery.” 

“Jill has already ordered nourishing herbal soups to help you recover. After the surgery, you’ll drink them, rest, and you’ll be fine…” 

I stared up at him, noticing for the first time how tightly his lips were pressed together. He was usually calm and almost cold, but now he looked tense. 

Sensing my gaze, he finally looked down at me. This time, his words weren’t laced with his usual sarcasm. 

He only said two words: “Trust me.” 

I managed a weak smile. “Tell Jill not to come. 

After all, Leonard had been her college crush, the one she could never have. 

Even though she always claimed she hated him now, a part of her still clung to the memory of the Leonard she once loved. Just like me. 

If she knew the kind of man Leonard had become, would she lose faith in love, too? 

I wasn’t sure if I was feeling sad for her or for myself, but the tears kept falling. 

As the anesthesia took hold, I closed my eyes. 

When I woke up, I knew. The baby was gone. 

It was such a strange sensation. 

Before, even with my flat belly, I could still feel that something was growing inside me. But now, even though my stomach looked the same, I felt the absence of a little life that had once been there. 

“Eva!” 

Jill and Emma were standing by my bedside, their eyes red and swollen from crying. I forced a weak smile. 

“What’s with the long faces?” 

My voice was rough, raspy–like the sound of a broken instrument. I quickly shut my mouth in embarrassment. 

Jill broke down into sobs. 

“Damn it! That bastard Leonard! How could he do this?” 

“Why didn’t that person just finish him off? Knock some sense into him, at least!” 

“He’s gone too far this time. Your baby…” 

She was crying uncontrollably now, and Emma, who had been on the verge of tears herself, bit them back, gripping my hand tightly. 

“Are you in 

any pain? Does your stomach hurt? Is there anything you want to eat? I’ll get it for you, whatever it is,” she said, her voice trembling with concern. 

I shook my head lightly, my fingers weakly curling around hers. 

“This baby was never meant to be,” I said softly. You both know my situation.” 

“It was only a matter of time. I’ve made peace with it.” 

I tried to comfort them, even though I could feel a heavy weight pressing down on my own heart. But the more I tried to reassure them, the harder Jill cried.