Moments later, her face twisted in pain. She couldn’t even speak and struggled to breathe, her hands grabbing Morgan’s shirt with all her strength.
He looked at her red face, confused. “What’s wrong, Luna? Are you okay?”
She nodded desperately, forcing out a hoarse whisper. “Doc… tor…”
But he didn’t catch what she said and frowned. “Could it be an allergy? That doesn’t make sense…”
Just as he was about to call a doctor, his phone rang. It was Violet calling.
Luna was already close to losing consciousness, so she couldn’t hear what they said anymore.
Morgan glanced at her and thought, She’s in the hospital, so she’ll be fine.
Then he walked out to take the call.
Luna felt her hope slipping away as her vision blurred. Perhaps… she wouldn’t even live long enough to get divorced.
Luckily, a nurse making rounds later found her collapsed and managed to save her in time, but the baby she had been carrying couldn’t survive.
The child she had longed for was gone, killed by his own father.
When Luna was finally discharged and went to pick up her medication, she ran into a young boy about seven years old with eyes that looked painfully similar to Morgan’s.