Chloe was lying on the operating table, looking at the dead surgical light above her head. Although wrapped in the quilt, she couldn't suppress the shaking of her body.
"If I hadn't woken up... perhaps the child in my belly had already been taken by them. Aman... if didn't save our child, would you think that I'm useless?"
She was sad and guilty.
He felt guilty that he didn't have enough power, so now he could only lie here and be at others' mercy.
And she did not have the ability to resist.
The two nurses who were standing in the operating room were foreign women. They did not have a benevolent face like the nurses in the hospital.
Obviously, it was the Nangong clan's private medical care.
Looking at Chloe's pale face, the two nurses' eyes were still cold and indifferent.
