<b>Chapter </b><b>800 </b>
The nurse looked <b>at </b>her and frowned<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>If you </b><b>feel </b>unwell at <b>all</b><b>, </b><b>you </b><b>have </b><b>to </b>tell <b>us</b><b>. </b><b>You </b>don’t look too <b>good</b>. Don’t <b>be </b><b>afraid </b><b>to </b><b>voice </b>out <b>your </b>concerns<b>.</b><b>” </b>
The patient <b>in </b>Bed <b>208 </b>was <b>quite </b><b>special </b>and breathtakingly beautiful. The nurses were <b>more </b>than happy <b>to </b><b>give </b>her a <b>little </b>extra attention.
<b>On </b><b>the </b>morning that the police visited Mnie to record her statement<b>, </b>she was <b>still </b><b>lying </b><b>in </b>bed. Her <b>injuries </b>would take at <b>least </b>a month to <b>heal </b><bpletely</b>.
The police could tell she <b>was </b>not doing <b>too </b><b>well</b>, <b>so </b>they <b>left </b>shortly <b>after </b>the <b>interview</b><b>, </b>leaving the door <b>of </b><b>the </b>ward open.
Mnie looked out into the <b>corridor</b>. The sound <b>of </b>the other patients and family members walking past the ward outside echoed loudly.
She was about to ring the bell to have <b>a </b>nurse <b>close </b>the <b>door </b>when <b>a </b>slender figure stepped in.
Eugene appeared in the doorway<b>, </b>his lips pressed tight. His suit jacket was rumpled, and he looked exhausted. He had visible bags under his eyes.
In just a few <b>days</b>, he had lost a lot of weight. There was even stubble on his chin. He was a far cry from his usualmanding, immacte self.
He stood in the doorway<b>, </b>not taking another step.
After a long while, he slowly asked, “Are you feeling unwell?<b>” </b>
His voice was dry and hoarse<b>. </b>He had been standing outside the entire time. When the police came in for questioning, he saw Mnie’s sickly face and thought she was exhausted.
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Mnie lifted her eyes, looking at Eugene emotionlessly<b>. </b>“<b>Yes</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Eugene’s expression immediately turned solemn. He said hoarsely, <b>“</b><b>I’ll </b><b>get </b>you the doctor<b>.</b>”
“Seeing you is what’s making me unwell,” Mnie said, enunciating each word clearly as she
continued <b>to </b>stare at him.
Eugene <b>froze </b>and looked back at Mnie. Her expression was calm, but her usually petite frame looked even more frail and helpless right now.
Eugene’s gaze flickered, and he continued as if he had not heard her<b>, </b><b>“</b><b>Just </b>hang in there<b>. </b>I’ll get a doctor to examine you.”
<b>“</b>Don’t <b>act </b>dumb with me<b>. </b><b>It </b>doesn’t suit you.” Mnie did not raise her <b>voice </b>when she spoke. Her tone waspletely level<b>, </b>as though she was talking about the weather. <b>“</b>Eugene<b>, </b><b>just </b>looking at you makes me sick. Do you understand?
“<b>I </b>couldn’t sleep all night knowing you were out there.
“Your very presence gives me nightmares whenever I close my eyes.
“Your very existence is a constant reminder of all the things you and your family did to kill me and my baby,”
The sorrow in her was like a sudden flood that swept Eugene away. He drowned in the torrents of her grief, unable to hear anything except for her choked voice.
“I sensed its heartbeat. I felt it kicking me. But I didn’t even know <b>if </b><b>it </b>was a boy or a girl. I never even got to hold it.
“Eugene, its name was supposed to be Emery<b>.</b>”
Like a cier copsing <b>with </b>a roar, Eugene felt something in his heart shatter.
Emery<b>. </b>
Eugene and Mnie.
That was supposed to be the name of their child.