One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 685

It was as if it was only after Henry had just come to see her that she suddenly felt she was doing the wrong thing.

At the same time, she began to feel that she had done so much and got nothing out of it, yet she was still living an uprooted life on the run.

So what was the point of what she had done in the past?

At this moment, Ivy began to doubt that her past was meaningless.

She began to doubt that everything she had done in the past was a joke or empty talk, because after all that she had done, she had gained nothing and had ended up in this situation instead.

How would Stanley hate her so much?

Should she be sent to prison, or should he execute her himself?

If she had been sent to prison, she would not have lasted long in jail, because she had committed enough of these to get the death penalty.

And for Stanley's own execution, how could Stanley continue to let her live since he hated her so much?

He would only let her go to hell and make amends to his parents, so there was no way he would let her continue to live.

Furthermore, six months ago, when she was discharged from the hospital, the hospital people had told her that her body was so damaged due to the car accident that she would only have a maximum of ten years to live.

In other words, either of the three ways, she would be dead.

In that case, what more could she hope for?

She was tired, really tired.

From the moment Henry told her that he would never love her again, told her that he would never see her again, she realized that she was tired and wanted so badly to end it all.

Thinking about this, Ivy began to grab the quilt and crawl up and towards the edge of the bed.

The next second, her entire body fell right off the edge of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.

Coupled with the fact that both legs were also knocked, Ivy screamed out in pain.

Outside the door, the two bodyguards guarding her heard her and hurriedly opened the door, "What's going on?"

Ivy did not respond and did not bother with her legs.

She bit her lower lip in a death grip, fighting back the excruciating pain in her legs, contorting her face and crawling towards the bathroom in cold sweat.

The two bodyguards were relieved to see this.

"Come on, leave her alone, she probably needs to go to the toilet." One of the bodyguards said.

The other bodyguard wondered, "Why didn't she call someone when she went to the toilet? She fell off the bed and dropped herself, she was an idiot, wasn't she?"

"What do you care? She didn't call anyone and dropped herself, she had it coming, anyway Mr. Murphy has ordered that we just watch her and don't let her die."

"You are right."

The two bodyguards stopped caring and re-closed the door behind them and retreated.

Both of their taunts fell on Ivy's ears.

If it were any other time, she would have hated to kill these two people.

But now, she was no longer responsive.

From the time Henry left, she could clearly feel that she had lost half of her soul, and the remaining half, no longer able to lift her spirits, became self-destructive.

She was thinking, let's just leave it at that, think about nothing, do nothing, don't fight for anything, but make it easy on herself.

Such thoughts having been acted upon, she really felt her whole being, all of a sudden, much lighter.

And with the relief, she wanted to unwind even more.

Ivy painfully crawled bit by bit towards the bathroom, and after a long crawl, she finally reached the bathroom door.

As they cleaned, they cursed and said that Ivy was giving them a hard time.

Ivy's palms tightened as she listened to the bodyguards' disgusted words, but in the next second, she loosened them again, then lifted her dress, reached into it with a trembling hand, and from inside it, took out a very sharp piece.

It was the glass shards of the mirror.

The fragment was triangular in shape, and one of the sharp corners, extraordinarily long and pointed, was almost ten centimeters left, and was as sharp as the point of a knife.

The sharp corners were also very sharp on both sides, and when Ivy reached out and touched them, the edge cut right through her index finger, bleeding out.

Ivy put her index finger in her mouth and pursed it, then lifted the pillow and placed the shard of glass underneath it, before closing her eyes and starting to sleep.

The two bodyguards came out after sweeping up the shards of glass and looked at her, getting even angrier when they saw she was asleep.

"This woman broke the mirror, we cleaned it up for her and she actually fell asleep herself."

"Forget it, she is dying, there's no point in counting it, let's go."

Two bodyguards went out, one carrying cleaning tools and the other carrying shards of glass.

The moment they closed the door behind them, Ivy on the bed opened her eyes unexpectedly and her grip on the glass shards tightening.

Sure enough, even the two bodyguards knew what would happen to her.

As soon as Stanley returned home, he went straight to the study, and Fraser also went there, discussing something.

Violet looked upstairs and was worried about Stanley.

She hoped Stanley could pull himself together.

Of course, while worrying about Stanley, Violet's heart was also dull and sullen.

Because the amount of information Ivy has revealed today was so shocking that she could not even calm her heart right now.