Chapter: 4178
As she stepped into the bedroom from the living room, Evelyn froze.
Her gaze dropped to her tiny shoes, noticing the mud clinging to the soles-remnants of their countryside excursion. But among the earthy smudges was something far more chilling: dark red stains, unmistakably blood.
For a few moments, Evelyn stood motionless, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing.
Then, her gaze lifted to the pristine white bed...
The bag of maple leaves slipped from her grasp, scattering to the ground, and the butterflies she had caught for Alexis fluttered away.
Her eyes fixed on Alexis, lying silently on the bed, a deep gash visible on her wrist, blood trickling down in a steady rhythm.
Drop by drop, the fresh blood stained the carpet.
Instinctively, Evelyn cried out, "Dad, Dad..." Her voice grew louder and shakier with each repetition.
Leonel burst into the room, his face drained of color.
He forgot to breathe...
In the bright, sterile room, Alexis lay still as her veins pulsed with the transfusion of crimson blood, a lifeline against her wan complexion.
Even after receiving two packs of blood, Alexis remained ghostly pale, her vitality dwindling.
As the door swung open, Leonel entered, his presence a comfort amidst Evelyn's turmoil, She turned, her voice barely above a whisper as she murmured, "Daddy," her eyes wide with fear.
Leonel drew Evelyn close, his voice rough but soothing. "Mommy's gonna be okay."
Evelyn found some solace in his words.
Her eyes were fixed on Alexis again, secretly wishing her mother would wake up the next second.
Leonel's worry was palpable as he turned to the doctor, his voice tinged with desperation. “When will she wake up?"
The doctor hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “If she refuses to wake up, there'll be nothing much we can do. Also, Mr. Douglas, if things don't improve, we might need to consider terminating her pregnancy. Just be ready for that possibility."
A shiver ran through Leonel.
The weight of the doctor's words sank in, threatening to overwhelm him.