Triplets on Secret Mission novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Every time Stella had that nightmare, a faceless child would be standing in front of her, trembling.

She would try to get a better look at the child, but the thick, white fog would surround them.

The moment she reached out her hand to touch the child, the entire scene would disappear in a puff of smoke.

When the fog cleared, what she would see next would be the last thing she wished to see.

It was that dreadful scene that would shatter her heart into a million pieces.

“You have one choice between the two.

Who do you choose?” “I choose Gwen… She’s afraid of heights.” Each word pierced into her heart like a real knife, tormenting her with excruciating pain, even though she was actually dreaming.

The scene changed.

Suddenly, she was lying on the street.

Her lower body was covered in blood.

Her child was slowly flowing out of her body.

Meanwhile, not so far away, two shadowy figures were in a sweet embrace, mockingly trampling her and her baby’s misery and tragedy… Stella sat up abruptly on her bed.

She was sweating profusely, so much that the nightshirt clung to her back, soaking wet.

Roger still stood outside her door, simply refusing to leave.

The last thing she wanted was for her brother to see her in this state.

“I really am fine, Roger,” she assured him as she groggily ran her fingers through her hair.” Go back to bed! I need to be up early for work!” she croaked.

Her voice was frail and a little hoarse.

Roger gripped the door handle tightly.

He hesitated for quite a while but eventually gave up and let out a helpless sigh.

“Fine…” he muttered.

“Get a good rest, okay, sis?” “Okay.” Stella sighed in relief when she heard Roger’s receding footsteps.