His beloved in his heart, from beginning to end, was only Yvonne.
The moment I woke up, I was already lying in the ward.
However, there was an unfamiliar face beside me, asking,
"Are you awake? I'm your neighbor downstairs. I wanted to see how the fire was going, but when I went upstairs, I saw you lying on the ground alone. So, I sent you to the hospital. Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
I struggled to move my limbs, but when my hands touched my stomach, my movements stopped.
"I'm sorry, when I brought you here, the doctor said that your baby could not be saved ...."
I tugged at the corner of my lips and said with a bitter smile, "I don't blame you, I know."
"Thank you for taking me to the hospital."
Even strangers could tell at a glance that something was wrong with me, but my husband of five years was too lazy to give me a glance.
He was more irritated to see me depressed than I was myself.
"I don't know what's going on with these rescue teams. Why don't they save a person lying there?"
"If I hadn't gone upstairs to see you, you would be dead now! Where are your family members? Does the father of the child not care about you?"
"If you have his number, I'll contact him. You can't be alone without someone by your side right now."
"I have already reported the rescue team. If people like them continue to do this, they will be a cancer to society!"
I nodded, but I could only speak with an angry voice, "The father of the child died."
As the words fell, his face was filled with sympathy.
He offered to take care of me until I was discharged from the hospital.
I declined his kind offer.
I transferred the hospitalization and surgery fees to him and persuaded him to leave.
Even though the man had left, online public opinion continued to rage.
The topic of the fire in the backyard of the rescue team leader carried its own heat.
At this moment, it had already hit a hot search headline on major software platforms.
My neighbor kindly posted a photo of me lying on the ground in the comment section.
It instantly sparked a heated discussion across the Internet and everyone cursed the rescue team for only focusing on putting out fires.
Turning a blind eye to a pregnant woman and the life in her belly.
If that was the case, then they should be called a fire brigade team, not a rescue operation team.
I had scrolled through the comments section of the cyberbullying and felt that this punishment was still too light for Jeremiah.
In a minute later, I opened the chat box and wanted to send him a message for a divorce. But, Yvonne's boasting message popped up first.
It turned out that she was also in this hospital, hospitalizing downstairs from me.
In the photo, Jeremiah feed her porridge personally and blew on it carefully again and again for fear that she would get burned.
To tell you the truth, I had seen the photos of them being intimate and blending together countless times. So, this kind of picture could no longer arouse my emotions.
I calmly closed her chat box and called Jeremiah.
It took me calling him the fifth time before he finally answered, his voice extremely impatient.
"You still have the face to call me? Why? To ask if Yvonne is dead? I'm so sorry to disappoint you! She has been rescued by me! She's alive and well in the hospital now!"
"Zenith, I've known you for so long, but I never thought you were this kind of person. Do you know what you are doing? You are killing people! Are you crazy?"
"I'll give you one hour to get your ass to her ward and apologize to her right now! Or else you'll get a divorce!"
Before I could say anything, I heard the voice of Yvonne sobbing from the other end of the phone.
"Jeremiah, don't blame your wife. It's all my fault. If she says I set fire, just admit it, don't argue with her. Pregnant women shouldn't have too much emotional fluctuations."
He sighed deeply and said disappointedly, "You are just too kind, Yvonne. That's why she always bullies you. We knew each other first, so who is she? What right does she have to attack you?"
