The Baby Might Be Gone

I didn't say anything. My mind was a little dizzy, and the pain in my lower abdomen, as well as the blood that kept gushing out, told me that the child might be gone.

How should I put it? I feel a little pain in my heart. It's not something else. It's my heart.

It was so painful that she could not breathe as if she had been stuck in something.

"Bang!" Dylan got out of bed. He didn't stand firm and bumped into the imperial concubine's chair.

I didn't say a word and just looked at him indifferently.

He picked up his phone and tapped the screen with his slender fingers. After a long while, he finally dialed the number.

The person on the other end of the line answered in time. Dylan spoke in a trembling voice, "She's bleeding. There's a lot of it. I need an ambulance."

Hanging up the phone, he stumbled into the bathroom. When he came out, he was holding a towel in his hand.