My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 235

“Dead?” She lay flat on the bed and felt dizzy with her face pale, cracked dry lips.Then she struggled to say a few words in a hoarse voice, “What's dead?”“Your childs are dead.” A doctor answered.“The car accident was very serious and caused you to lose a lot of blood.Your children were stillbornwhen we rescued them.”She was too shocked to speak."How could you, as a pregnant woman, drive at high speed during the storm last night? You droveinto the railing of the driveway.You are not responsible for your own safety, as well as others...”“You were nine months pregnant, and your baby died as a result of the car accident. When we tookthe baby out of your belly, they were pale and had stopped their heartbeat.”This doctor kept explaining to her, but she was so shocked by the death of her child that she couldno longer think and just looked at him blankly.“Two of your children are in the morgue.We did everything we could to save your children, but theyare still dead”She screamed and felt extremely miserable, “You lied to me! All of you are lying to me!”“No.lt is impossible...”She kept muttering with pale lips and felt very frightened with her heart beating wildly.[ The babies inside me kicked me. This is fetal movement.The doctor said they were more lively.][ Patrick, you're going to be a dad and you should learn how to change your child's nappy andmake milk.][ Senior Mr.Hopkins postponed his eightieth birthday party to have a dinner party with his one-month-old grandson next month.Every one of the Hopkins family is looking forward to thecelebration party because they haven't had a party in a long time]She kept recalling all the previous scenes and people's conversations and became miserable.[ The children in your belly are dead.][ We did everything we could to save your children, but they are still dead.]She almost collapsed with the pale face and shouted in a daze, “You lied to me! Where did you hidemy children? Give them back to me.”“Give the children back to me..."She struggled mildly and pulled out the infusion tube in her hand to such towards the doctors andnurses beside her.She screamed in despair and clamped her nails around someone's arm.“Quickly calm her down.” The doctor ordered."She's extremely unstable.Give her a lot of sleeping pills to calm her down.Otherwise, she will have ahard time accepting the fact and go crazy”In the ward, the nurses kept busy under the incandescent light.The doctors and nurses took four pieces of white sand cloth to tie her limbs to the iron frame of thehospital bed, and injected a tube of sleeping pills directly into her artery.She was pale andstruggling and stared at them with wide eyes.“Let go of me!” She said hoarsely in despair."Why did you lie to me...I changed their nicknames and prepared some clothes for them. was readyto be a mother...” She said in a trembling voice when tears welled up in her eyes.In the end, she slowly closed her eyes and her voice trailed off.She was tired and sleepy.She dimlyheard voices.“The traffic bureau just reported that the owner of the white Porsche that the pregnant womandrove in the car accident that night was not her.The original owner said that the car was stolen”"She doesn’t have a cell phone or wallet or id card.No one has paid for the surgery yet.Do we haveto keep giving her the medicine?”“The morgue costs a few hundred dollars a day.What about the two dead fetus?”When she heard the words “dead fetus,” she felt heartbroken.Christina could no longer hear the noise and fell asleep when the medicine worked and temporarilyforgetting the pain on her body.All she felt was like a nightmare.She dreamed of the people of the Dickens family, her deceased mother and grandfather, and themagnificent gate of the Hopkins family.These memories were in a mess.Ever since she married into the Hopkins family, she felt her life was unreal, like a dreamShe remembered an important thing and ran desperately in the Hopkins family’s corridor.Shesearched every corner of every room and kept looking for something.Suddenly, she stopped again because she didn’t remember what she was looking for.In the Hopkins family which turned into a huge maze, surrounded by darkness and gloom, she ranforward anxiously and panicked through doors one after another and nobody answered her thoughshe kept shouting.When the darkness seemed to have engulfed her, she squatted on the ground in fear with herhands clasping her head, and her body trembling because she could not see the road ahead."Is there anyone here to help me?” She asked.“I don’t know what to do.”“I'm already very strong.I've tried my best, but I still can’t run out.I'm scared.Is there anyone else?Please help me.”She curled up in a corner, trembling with fear and shouting for help.Then she heard a sharp cry of a baby from the front.The baby seemed to be very afraid and helplessand cried in a hoarse voice and choked a few times as if it was abandoned.She felt heartbroken when hearing the crying.She calmed down and slowly stood up straight withher hands on the wall behind her.She mustered courage and walked step by step in the direction ofthe baby’s crying.As she walked on the more and more clear road, she found herself standing in front of the door ofthe study on the second floor of Hopkins family east court.She paused for a moment and reached out to unscrew the door handle.But when she found the door locked, she became even more anxious and failed to open it thoughshe tried harder to unscrew it.The baby's cries gradually subsided and it finally quieted down.She impatiently slapped the door desperately and shouted, “Open the door!”She was very persistent and panicked.She kept crying and felt panicked.Just then, the door was opened with a click.She saw a handsome man and after half a second, she hugged him tightly and burst into tears as ifshe had never felt so aggrieved."Patrick, where have you been? I've been looking for you.Why did you hide...”“Patrick, they said the children were dead:"In the quiet intensive care unit, the woman on the bed was asleep when tears were streaming out ofthe corner of her eyes and soaked most of the white pillow.

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