"I am asking you. Where is Abby?"
Seeing her husband's behavior, Lena knew that Abby must be very guilty right now.
"Honey, don't be angry. It will affect the baby."
"Baby? I am asking you where is Abby? What did you say, Tristan?"
Lena blinked her eyes, as if she hadn't heard what Tristan had said clearly. And Tristan also had a
smile on his face.
"Honey, we are going to be parents soon."
"You mean..."
Lena reached out her hand in disbelief and touched her flat belly. She was so happy. Jerome was
standing aside and watching them holding each other. In fact, when he knew his two sisters were both
happy, Jerome would be really happy for them, but he looked at the door. Abby...
At this moment, Teresa stood on the zebra crossing in the center of the hospital street, looking absent-
minded. She stood blankly, looking at the surging traffic and the bustling crowd. Tristan's blame was
still in her ears.
"What happened to your friend is not what we expected. But please, can you also consider your sister?
You don't know she's sick, and you don't know she's pregnant. You didn't panic until she fell down in
front of you. Fortunately, there's nothing serious, or I won't forgive you for the rest of my life!"
Beep! Beep!
The horn of a car sounded. A car sped past her, but her arm was pulled by a pair of big hands, and she
even couldn't feel anything.
"Hey! Are you OK? "
The foreigner who saved her life asked softly. Teresa waved her hand and forced a smile. She thanked
the foreigner behind her for saving her life. If he hadn't pulled Teresa when passing by just now, Teresa
might have been pressed under the wheels. But why? Why did she suddenly feel that the moment
when the car passed and was about to hit her, she felt that she was going to be relieved?
...
When Teresa returned to the hospital, she hid outside the door and peeped at Lena. Tristan was
feeding her with a spoon. At the same time, Jerome was sitting aside peeling an apple. She didn't dare
to go in, nor did she dare to see Tristan, nor did she dare to see Lena. Yes, what happened to Fiona
made her pay all her attention to Fiona, and she ignored her elder sister who was busy helping her and
took care of both of them all the time.
That was why her sister had a high fever. Moreover, she didn't even notice that she was pregnant.
It was all her fault. It was all her fault. She was Fiona's friend, so Fiona encountered all these. Her
sister fell down and was ill also because of her. Why? Why was it all because of her? Wasn't she the
damn one? Why should she let the people around her suffer? She was the one to blame.
Jerome put down the apple in his hand and felt that the person at the door just now was Abby. When
he walked out of the ward, he saw Abby squatting on the ground in pain and even pulling her hair with
her hands. At this moment, she had already had a lot of hair in her hands.
"Abby, what are you doing?"
Jerome's heart ached. Abby had suffered a lot this period of time. If it weren't for the fact that there
were still two children being her mental support, she might have broken down a long time ago. When
Jerome held Teresa up, he found that her eyes were dull and painful, immersed in self-blame.
"Abby? Brother, what's wrong with Abby?"
Lena pulled out the needle tube and rushed out of the room, regardless of Tristan's objection.
Meanwhile, Jerome went straight to the doctor. When the doctor saw that Teresa had become like this,
he sighed slightly. He had already informed them to contact their family as soon as possible, hadn't he?
Now, another patient fell down, but this one's condition seemed very special. After the examination, the
doctor turned to look at Jerome.
His expression became more and more serious.
"The patient is very weak and hasn't rested for more than half a month. Most importantly, she seems to
be stimulated. I think you should take her and Miss Fiona discharge and bring them to the hospital
which specializes in the treatment of mental problems."
Lena stepped forward and took out a handful of hair from Teresa's hand. She frowned and an
apologetic look flashed through Tristan's eyes. He blamed Abby because he was too angry and worried
about his wife.
"When Abby gets better, we will go back home to have a rest."
Lena nodded. Yes, they were abroad now, and she was pregnant. There was really no reliable one to
take care of her. It was better for her to go back to have a rest. Moreover, her family was all at home.
Abby had spent most of her time in hospital in this half a year. She was really worried about her.
Tristan didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that his wife would make trouble with him if she knew that
he had taught Teresa a lesson. Now she really couldn't lose her temper at will. The doctor said that she
was easy to lose her baby at this stage.
"Abby, Brain and Bruce are still waiting for you to go home. You need to take care of Fiona. You can't
fall down, okay?"
Jerome whispered in Teresa's ear. Teresa, who was a little dull, recovered a little bit.
"Yes, Brain, Bruce and Fiona need me to take care of them. They need me."
She struggled to jump out of Jerome's arms, but was held tightly in his arms.
"Abby, be a good girl. You are too tired. Have a good rest. Only when you have a good sleep can you
have strength? Right?"
Teresa looked up at Jerome and nodded. Her brother was right.
"Brother, don't leave me. Don't leave me."
Jerome put Teresa on the empty bed, but Teresa tightly grabbed his sleeve.
"Abby, be a good girl. I'll stay here with you."
He reached out and held Teresa's hand. Her hand was cold, while Jerome's face was full of
tenderness. Perhaps only his family could see this tenderness. Teresa fell asleep, but she didn't sleep
well. Tears always came out from the corners of her eyes. She bit her lips tightly, which made Jerome's
heart ache. When Lena came, she couldn't hold back her tears.
"Tristan, go and complete the discharge formalities for Miss Fiona. We'll come back as soon as
possible."
"Okay."
Tristan patted his wife's hand and left the hospital.
Teresa didn't sleep well this night. In her dream, the dusk would always appear. Her brother stood in
front of her, knelt down in the yard, and he asked her to leave and never come back. But she came
back again. She met with Enrique. The past was heavy. She didn't want to recall everything, but in her
dream, it repeated and intermittent.
At last, she dreamed of Fiona. Many people dragged Fiona into the corner. She wanted to tear those
men apart and even kill those bastards, but her hands pierced through their
bodies.
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