Urgh! This is disgusting! It tastes like blood! I’m going to puke!”
Jack Lacroix patted Sandra Chambers on the head dotingly while looking at her as she sipped the liquid with furrowed brows.
“Be good, Sandra. The doctor said that the freshest placentas will help with your period pain. If you take it, your period won’t be as painful when you have it.”
Sandra placed the bowl down and hugged Jack around the waist. She said coquettishly, “Jack, you’re the best! But are you sure Whitney won’t be mad that you took this from her? The baby hasn’t even come to full-term yet.”
Jack was stunned, but he hid it well. He replied, “She won’t. What right does she have to be mad? She played dirty to get pregnant. It’s only right that she helps me with this. Besides, there are so many premature babies in the hospital, and all of them are still doing well. Why is her baby so precious?”
However, Jack had forgotten that I was not in the hospital.
I was only seven months pregnant. How could the baby withstand the violence of a grown-up man?
Jack had heard of a special remedy from some doctor, so he brought the doctor to me. They pinned me to the bed and violently snatched the placenta.
Jack had killed my baby before he had the chance to see the world.
Before Jack left, he locked me in a room and took my phone. “Take good care of the baby. Don’t blame me for this, Whitney Shaw. You owe Sandra. You deserve this punishment!”
I tried to explain myself for the first time, but Jack could not be bothered to listen to me. I looked at him as he left.
I was helpless. I could not escape. Even if I broke the window, I was on the 28th floor. I could not escape through the window.
I hugged my baby; his body slowly went cold. I tried to open the door feebly. My nails broke, and my fingers were bloodied from all the scratching against the door.
A sudden pang of pain hit me in my abdomen, and I fell to the ground. I felt blood constantly flowing from my lower body as I gradually lost consciousness.
