Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 273

It seemed like Izabella saw a long-buried memory resurfacing in her mind.

Brett said, "Izabella, have a baby with me. If you don't want to, I'll tie you to the bed."

"Brett, look, I'm pregnant with your baby. Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Izabella's eyes narrowed, her pupils slightly dilated, making her eyes look gray and misty.

Her nail-less hands were pitifully curled up, occasionally twitching slightly. She was too weak to breathe, as if on the brink of death.

Suddenly, she felt her lower abdomen loosening, and at that moment, she knew her baby had left her body. She didn't know where she found the strength, but she managed to hold on until the end, asking, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

The doctor answered stiffly, "It's a boy."

His name would be Bennett, her baby would be called Bennett Salotti.

"May I see him?" The previously agonized Izabella looked calmer now, her eyes even regaining some brightness.

The nurse closest to her thought that this woman looked like she was dead inside.

At that moment, Izabella seemed neither sad nor indifferent, as if the person who had been desperately calling for help wasn't her.

As a mother, she had the right to see her child, even if he was stillborn. The doctor wrapped the baby in a towel and picked him up.

As Izabella looked, she saw a wrinkled little bundle. A four-month-old baby was still very small, all red like a little monkey, with blurred facial features and his tiny hands pitifully curled up as if trying to hold on to something.

The room was dead silent, the quietness making people's scalps tingle.

Izabella was still bleeding, moving her hand toward the doctor's, trying to touch her baby.

She hadn't even had the chance to go to the hospital and look at him through an ultrasound scan, and he was already gone.

Izabella's bloodless lips trembled, her child inches from her fingertips, but she was too afraid to touch him.

The sight was too cruel, the doctor holding the baby had to turn away, unable to watch further.

The sound of the nurse's quiet sobbing was grating; her eyes blankly stared at them. Wasn't it them who had "killed" her baby? Why cry at this point?

How ridiculous.

There was no greater grief in this world than the death of a loved one.