<b>Chapter </b><b>798 </b>
His hand trembled imperceptibly on the doorknob<b>. </b>
“<b>Wait</b><b>… </b>Eugene?<b>” </b>a <b>voice </b>called out behind him. He turned to see Yvonne and Xander heading his way.
The fatigue and worry on Yvonne’s face disappeared the moment she saw Eugene. Instead, her <b>expression </b>turned sardonic. “What are you doing here? <b>Is </b>your precious Evelyn <b>sick</b>? Or <b>is </b><b>it </b><b>your </b>gem <b>of </b>a mother? Did <b>you </b>get lost and wind up at the wrong ward again?”
Eugene just looked at her wordlessly.
Yvonne took <b>a </b>deep breath and pointed in the direction of the exit. “Leave<b>! </b>What the hell are you doing here? You’re not wee here! We <b>don’t </b>want <b>to </b><b>see you</b><b>! </b>
“Xander, get him out of here. It’s his fault Mel ended up like this<b>!</b><b>” </b>
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Yvonne’s voice broke, filled with tears<b>. </b>She tried her best to shove Eugene <b>away</b><b>, </b>but no matter how she pushed, Eugene would not budge at all.
His gaze was fixed on the closed <b>door </b><b>of </b>the ward.
<b>“</b><b>If </b>you still have a heart, please leave. Now<b>. </b>Your family has caused her enough suffering as it is,” Xander said coldly as he pulled Yvonne back.
He <b>stood </b>off against Eugene, and neither of them gave in to the other.
Eugene’s gaze suddenly turned cold. He stared at Xander with open hostility<b>. </b>“What right do you have <b>to </b>say that?”
Xander’s gaze also turned icy. <b>They </b>stayed in a deadlock until the door of the ward suddenly swung open. A nurse stepped but, having just tended <b>to </b>Mnie, and she left the door open behind her.
Eugene looked over in an instant. The next second, his pupils constricted, and his body shook.
Mnie was sitting half<b>–</b>upright on the hospital bed. Her <b>face </b>was deathly pale, and her thin body seemed to drown in the wide hospital gown<b>. </b>Her forehead and neck were wrapped in gauze. There were pale pink bloodstains on her forehead.
She looked like death warmed over.
When she nced toward themotion at the door, there was only emptiness and confusion in her usually lively and beautiful eyes.
She looked dead and lifeless<b>, </b>like a deste wastnd that had been left abandoned for centuries.
After just <b>a </b>single <b>nce</b><b>, </b>Eugene was rooted to the ground.
His hands subconsciously clenched into <b>fists</b>. He wanted <b>to </b><b>say </b>something, but his throat was tight. <b>He </b>could not speak.
Unexpectedly<b>, </b>Mnie broke the silence <b>first</b><b>. </b>Her <b>voice </b>was <b>so </b>hoarse that he could barely make out
what she was saying.
“Why did you rush here so quickly?
“Are you <b>that </b>desperate <b>to </b>know if the baby is finally gone from your <b>life</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
Her <b>face </b><b>was </b><b>stiff </b>and drawn<b>. </b><b>She </b>spoke very slowly<b>, </b>every word like a knife stabbing into Eugene’s
heart.
“Then congrattions. Your wish has finally <b>been </b>fulfilled.”
Eugene looked at Mnie <b>with </b><b>his </b>dark <b>eyes</b>. <b>Her </b>skin was sickly white<b>, </b><b>so </b>fragile that she looked as <b>if </b>she might disappear at any moment.
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and <b>down</b><b>, </b>but he could not speak.
He stared at Mnie in silence<b>. </b>Mnie stared back at him until, eventually<b>, </b>a tear began <b>to </b>well up in <b>the </b>corner of her eyes.
That single tear became a cascade<b>. </b>She looked at Eugene, emotions <b>finally </b><b>boiling </b>over in her gaze<b>. </b>
There was grief and <b>self</b>–deprecation, as well as a despair that Eugene could not deny<b>. </b>
Her voice was even hoarser now. “Eugene, your baby is dead.”