Franklin looked down at her body and noticed that her skirt was stained with blood and blood was still flowing between her legs. Even though he didn't know the reason, he figured it out.
It was impossible for a superficial wound to bleed so much. There was only one possibility for the blood flowing from the body.
Franklin rasped her shoulders tightly and asked in a trembling voice, "What's going on?"
With the child's blood on her hand, Ava raised her hand to Franklin and said expressionlessly.. "My baby is gone..."
She lost the child she had nurtured for eight weeks. As a mother, she was powerless to bring the baby back and was left with only grief.
These four words echoed in his ears repeatedly, and Franklin's last sanity collapsed. "Your baby? Why... didn't you tell me?" He held Ava's bloody hand tightly and asked loudly.
