Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 3: I Pity You
Previously on Sweet Wife in My Arms...
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“The anesthetic didn’t work. What now?” the anesthetist asked in panic. Blood was already pouring from the incision across the patient’s belly.
“C-section, do it,” Lu Qin commanded, his eyes fixed coldly on the ripped flesh and flowing blood. He sought only the umbilical cord blood. Yan Huan or her infant, living or dead—it made no difference to him; they’d perish one day regardless.
Another slice opened the woman’s stomach by the doctor’s hand. Icy chill stabbed her skin, agony tore her flesh, blood’s heavy stench filled the air, her body twisted in pain, silent screams wracked her. At last, sweat beading on his brow, the doctor pulled out the blood-drenched baby.
Yan Huan stared with eyes stretched wide, her frail arms reaching out desperately yet futilely for her child.
“Baby, my baby, give me my baby, give it back...”
Yet she received only merciless, lifeless cruelty from bloodstained hands.
They seized the lifeless infant and vanished at once.
“Damn, she’s hemorrhaging heavily...” The doctor’s face paled seeing Yan Huan’s skin turn blue. Her lips, rosy just moments ago, now gleamed with a ghastly pallor, stripped of every trace of color.
“Patient is RH negative. That blood type isn’t available here.”
Yan Huan plunged into total blackout as voices swirled and echoed in her mind, fading to a remote hum before silencing completely.
When consciousness returned, the sky glowed brightly. She stared emptily at the ceiling, fingers creeping toward her abdomen. No point—she recalled everything. Her baby was lost. Forever gone.
Light finally reached her eyes, revealing a vivid blue sky dotted with fluffy marshmallow-like clouds, a memory distant as ancient times.
“You awake?” A steady voice sounded close to her ear. She knew it well, and dread seized her. In the Lu family, only he could freeze her blood.
She rolled to one side for a better view, though her sight stayed hazy.
Shadow enveloped the man before her, his presence chill despite the gentle rays falling upon him.
She longed to sink into that warmth but feared death.
She yearned to withstand it yet shrank from the frost.
He was Lu Yi, the city’s youngest prosecutor. Unaligned with the family’s ways, yet no ally to her either.
“You saved me?”
The man’s lips remained tightly pressed, showing no curve up or down.
“RH negative—who else possesses it? Even if another did, who’d bother rescuing you?”
Yan Huan squeezed her eyes shut, forcing words past her raw throat. “I didn’t save you, so why did you save me?”
“I just pity you.”
Gentle as his tone rang, it sliced straight into her heart.
“Baby, where is my baby?” Tears choked her throat. “I want to see my child, can I?”
“You can’t.” Icy words spilled from the man’s mouth. “It’s a girl, drenched in blood, forsaken by her mother and tossed into the trash by her father. I, her uncle, laid her to rest.”
“Thank you...” Yan Huan clutched the sheet fiercely once more. Shame burned through her, exposed save for the thin cover hiding her every flaw.