"This time, do you still give up?" The one on the other end of the phone was the doctor who had performed the abortion on her for the first time.
"I... Think about it again."
"If you miscarry in a short time, you may be infertile for life. It's best to think about it carefully."
Infertility for life? Maybe that's what he wanted.
"Once you're pregnant, you must have an abortion." She had never forgotten the callous words of that man…
At this time, the lights outside the villa lit up, and Vicky's heart tightened. She hurriedly hung up the phone and went downstairs to check.
"Arthur, why are you returning so late?" She squeezed out a smile and asked softly.
However, Arthur's not the one who opened the door, but two unfamiliar black—clothed bodyguards.
"Vicky, your sister is seriously ill and in urgent need of a blood transfusion. Please come with us." After the two of them finished speaking indifferently, they grabbed Vicky and stuffed her into the car.
"No, I won't go for a blood transfusion!"
Vicky struggled. She was pregnant, so how could she receive a blood transfusion?
No!
However, the two bodyguards don't listen to her. In less than half an hour, she was escorted to the hospital.
Arthur sat casually on the cold chair in the corridor. He has no expression on his face, but he looks like scary.
"Arthur" Vicky's voice was dry. She hurriedly walked forward and grabbed his arm. "Isn't Gina A—type? There must be blood in the hospital's blood bank. Don't take mine, okay?"
Arthur stared coldly and pulled out his arm. Vicky could not stand firmly and was knocked to the ground by him.
"Vicky, this is what you owe Gina. If it weren't for your vicious scheme, Gina wouldn't have become like this at all. Now that she needs blood, she should have drawn you. You owe her!"
Vicky subconsciously protected her lower abdomen and cried, "No… Arthur, I am not convenient these few days. Please, don't draw my blood, okay?"
Arthur's eyes were sharp as he stared straight at Vicky's stomach, "You're pregnant again."
He used declarative sentences.
"No wonder you begged me like this. Do you still want to keep the child secretly?" A cold smile appeared on his lips.
Vicky shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her face.
"Arthur, this is your baby, can't you let him go? I beg you, I'll kneel down to beg you!"
For the sake of the child, Vicky did not care about anything. She knelt on the ground and pleaded bitterly, "Arthur, I beg you to save child!"
Arthur lowered his eyes and stared at her emotionlessly.
A few seconds later, he suddenly pulled out a dark smile. "Alright, I won't let you draw blood."
Vicky felt relieved. Before she could be happy, she heard Arthur say, "Beat the bitch in your stomach first! Come on!"
When he opened his mouth, the two bodyguards immediately rushed over and grabbed Vicky again.
"Send her into the abortion room and scrape off the bitch in her stomach!"
"Don't" Vicky cried, her face pale, tears wetting her temples. "Arthur, you can't treat your child like this. If you hate me, come at me, don't hurt my child!"
"Vicky, do you know that I hate you? The bastard in your stomach, I hate you even more. How could I allow a bitch like you to taint my Loo's bloodline?" Arthur stared coldly at her.
Vicky widened her eyes in despair and muttered, "But this is your baby…"
Arthur frowned impatiently and turned his gaze away, not wanting to stay on her for a second.
"Hurry up and drag her down. Scrape the baby off her stomach."
"Ok." The bodyguard accepted the order and dragged Vicky into the operating room.
"No! Arthur, no…"
She screamed until she was exhausted, ignoring her image and struggling with all her might. However, Arthur did not look at her again.
In the end, Vicky was escorted to the operating room.
The bodyguard tied her hands and feet, firmly binding her to the operating bed.
